Well…

I know I usually show up with something clever and witty (at least in my mind), but today… I gots nothing. My kids are swirling around my living room like a vortex of screeching happiness and my thoughts are all surrounding ways to escape the “cuteness” of the short ones. Of course those musings all turn out to be fantasies that will never take place, because, seriously… where would I go? So here I am, hanging out, perhaps cracking a smile at the madness (but don’t you dare tell them that) and that’s all I’ve got. Maybe I ‘ll work on being productive tomorrow.

Black Hole...

The same vortex of nothingness that only sucks up all of my left socks (because clearly I don't need them) is obviously sucking away at my time as well. I know this may sound ludicrous to most, but I'd appreciate it if everyone could please spare me their judgement. I know I am somehow being cheated of the supposed twenty four hours I should have the benefit of utilizing each day. No really! I am absolutely SURE that time is either speeding up or seeping out the window, because I'm sure as hell not seeing it. I see you all glancing at me with your blank stares, probably thinking I'm some type of weirdo. Whatever. I know what I'm experiencing and it ain't twenty four full hours. I'd even go as far as to say I enter into some type of time warp tunnel (or whatever people call them) when I lay my head down at night to sleep. As soon as I close my eyes my pesky alarm clock is blaring in my ear. No, I won't be talked out of my extremely valid conclusion. My mind can't be changed... probably because it's too exhausted. *sigh*

Longwinded...

You know, it’s been brought to my attention that I could possibly be longwinded…wait…have we had this discussion before? Well, you know what, who cares? For some reason I tend to think of myself as quiet and reserved. Well recent correspondences either written or verbal, through multiple different media types, have all confirmed that I obviously have a VERY flawed viewpoint! When I feel the need to express an opinion, somehow my well intentioned ten word response (ok, yeah whatever) turns into a one hundred thousand word novel (perhaps a slight exaggeration).


Well as I’ve struggled worked to complete my latest WIPs I’ve realized that my stories and ideas have gotten longer, and longer, and longer… and longer. The premises are getting more complicated, the characters are growing deeper and my imagination has gotten wilder (not that I feel this is bad, mind you). But yes it appears that I have changed and so has my writing, but I’m okay with this… for now.


*stands to introduce herself* Hi my name is Lauren and I’m longwinded… so what! *neener neener*