It’s a very funny circular story that describes what happens if you give a mouse a cookie— well, then the little fella will need a glass of milk to wash it down, and of course, you’ll need to fetch a napkin to dry his tiny whiskers, etc. Laura said this was her exact writing process. One sits down all prepared to write, and you notice while you are pulling at your bangs that they really could use a little trim.
You run upstairs to get the scissors and see that there are a number of expired products in your medicine cabinet. You grab the trash to dump them, and discover that you've got to clean the bottom of the basket where the nail polish bottle leaked so you take it downstairs thinking you’ll grab the 409 but you notice you’re all out. You go to put mark it down on the list, and find that you never remembered to get eggs either, and you better just dash to the store….
I’m one week away from my book revision being due, and I’m all saddled up in my best writing outfit. (Don’t ask—it’s all about comfort, with style a mere afterthought.) It’s quiet today and foggy so I feel no pull to be outside.
I have no teething children to subdue, or animals that need to be de-ticked. But I did start worrying about my recent Vitamin C intake, so I decided to eat a grapefruit, which squirted all over my t-shirt and made my fingers very sticky. So now I've got to clean the keys on my computer or I'll never get out of Chapter Three.
But, I had a bad case of post-grapefruit taste in my mouth, so I had another I cup of joe, even though I was past my limit.
Now I’m all wound up and jittery and want to clean out my closet so bad, and maybe touch up the paint on the front door. I’ve completely lost my writing momentum, and my muse gave me an exasperated look and split.
I tried to read something calming and Zennish, but that got me thinking about it being Holy Week, and I wanted to go do the outdoor Stations of the Cross today in the front of Mission, but I can’t find the schedule I cut out.
I'm left here wearing a shirt I don’t really like, my hangnail from yesterday's writing session is all stingy and fired up from the grapefruit juice, my fingers are still sticky, I need caffeine detox, and I’m feeling thoroughly vexed.
So I thought I’d dash off this quick blog to all of you out there with deadlines of any kind.
Watch out for the grapefruit. And sweet-faced mice in blue denim overalls that want to nosh. They are not as harmless as they look!
Do take heed, will you?
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