You’re cute and your sweet, but your not getting my meat. (Words spoken to my begging dog. Yep, I’ve been dabbling in rhyme during NaNoWriMo).
Which led to this thought:
What was it like to live with Dr. Seuss? Could he just not help himself but to speak in rhythm and rhyme?
This stuff is crap!
If my dog has to go out one more time and not do anything . . .!
Wow! I think that was actually pretty good!
I really need a dictaphone that’s waterproof.
I might have to ask a person to switch tables at the cafe. I was really in the groove at their table.
Can’t forget the Flintstone vitamins for the kids because they better not get sick during NaNoWriMo.
I wonder how much a personal chef costs.
I can’t let my mom read this. I don’t want to make her cry.
Please let the school bus be ten minutes late today. I just need ten more minutes!
This is getting really serious. It needs levity. How do I be funny again? Crap, I’ll have to go back and add humor and levity. Right now my brain is stuck in emotional. Where’s the chocolate?
I’ve been sitting a long time, but I can’t stop now. Better do some butt clenches. It’s exercise, right?
Keep at it! It’s only the tenth. It is the tenth right? I’m not even sure what day of the week it is.
It’s OK, I’m behind too. Just keep writing, writing, writing. (Can you hear Dory singing?) I love to write! but . . . NO EDITING! Resist! Resist! Resist!
I’d love to hear your random thoughts. Unless I’m the only who whose brain seems to be splitting into several personalities as I write. Maybe it’s just me. Or me. 😉
OK – quit procrastinating. That was a good brain break. Yep, absolutely nothing of substance here today.