Sometimes I hate my Brain

[brainofck]

I was thinking, while washing dishes just now, that I failed to mention that Serial Rediscovery is dead. I have been trying to move it forward for about six weeks, and have finally acknowledged that what I want to do is stupid, the plot is inane, if somebody else wrote it I would stop reading after about five paragraphs.

Now see why my Brain has it's own journal.

I'm taking the breast pump apart to wash it, thinking, I've already started this thing. I'm being self-indulgent for latching on to a plot this stupid. Maybe I should write it a different way so that I can finish it somehow. And immediately, my Brian came up with a solution. Just like that. I mean, I think it *will* be a solution. Stupid Brain. Why couldn't you mention this to me, like, eight months ago?! We could have been DONE with this stupid WIP by now.

Um. Did I mentino my gnat-like attention span. I'm sure I did. Let's go back, play in the sink, and think about ARENA for a while, why don't we, stupid Brain? Maybe you'll have a breakthrough on that, too?

*stomps back to the kitchen*

Comments

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's the white noise. Though I think it has a lot to do with putting yourself in neutral. You aren't really thinking about anything. So your Brain has time to do its own thing. I think that's why commuting works so well for writing, too.

Yes. Many times I have wished for a waterproof keyboard. But that would probably kill the mood.

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Showers are plotbunny heaven, I know. So is driving... gotta be the white-noise monotony of the sounds, methinks.

*snickers at Brain* You silly.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Oh, true, driving, too. The body occupied by mindless action -- it's kind of meditative.