Bits of thoughts

A_picture_is_worth_a_thousand_wordsI don’t know if it is because I am a writer or just because I am naturally curious, but I tend to pick up a lot of useless information. I kind of seek it out. Saddly, it isn’t organized in my brain at all, but kind of shoved together like an over full closet that you try to fit just one more thing into.

Right now there is a show on talking about Oracles of the dead. Just that thought is fascinating and will probably have to have a story at some point. I also learn about psychometry and animals in Australia. I am sure it will come in handy some day.

Psychometry actually solves the small pause I just came up against in a current work in progress. The problem is that I can’t read about it right now to see if I can tweak it to work with my main character. I’ve tried but my eyes just glaze over the words.

I see the letters but the words aren’t making it through and my brain isn’t really paying attention. It is days like this I need someone to sit and read stuff to me. My ears are working fine but my eyes and brain are refusing to work together.

I guess I will go work on that scarf I have been crocheting for my son, then try it again. If that doesn’t work, I may just take a nap. Naps are like rebooting a computer, only you are rebooting the person.

Mooch-in-the-Morning…Yeah, a nap sounds good.

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Random attack of the frizzy haired writer

It will rain at some point today. You can tell by looking at the mass of poofy Medusa waves emanating from my scalp.  Hair spray or some other product probably would help tame the beast, but I have this habit of tugging on my hair while I am thinking or shoving my hands into it when I am frustrated.  I do this a lot while writing, and I hate the feel of hairspray.  It breaks my concentration among other things.

I am at a coffee shop today.  They are used to me and don’t say anything about my space cadet stare or my frizzy hair.  They just hand over my tea, take my money, make polite inquiries about how my book is coming, and then leave me alone.

The sky outside is heavy with gray clouds.  It makes me sleepy.  I knew if I wanted to have a chance of getting any writing done today, then I had to leave the house.  If I hadn’t, I would probably be asleep on the couch right now with the cat curled up next to me and an open book on my chest.
…Man that sounds good….*yawn*   Okay, time to get to work.  If I get enough done, I may end up taking that nap.