Caffeine: morning cup
Evil Calories: more brownies
Reality TV: ANTM reruns
Do you ever have one of those weeks where everything you write sounds like it's straight out of a Dick & Jane book? "She drove the car. The car went zoom-zoom. There were birds. The park bench was green. The bell went ding. The end."
I'm so annoyed with my brain right now, I'm seriously considering exchanging it in for a mound of cherry flavored Jello. It would basically produce the same results, and it would smell better.
Not sure what my malfunction is. I am completely and thoroughly uncreative. Perhaps it's the moon, or the changing of the seasons, or the 487 billion episodes of Max & Ruby my son insists we watch (it's a Nicktoons cartoon...they're bunnies, you see...Max is Ruby's little brother, he's always getting into mischief. if you've never seen it, consider it a blessing). See, we're in a transitional stage here. My son is beginning to resist nap-time. And when I say resist, I mean he has a shit-fit. He's very passionate in his aversion to sleep. I appreciate his persistence, however, the boy does not yet grasp the concept of "quiet time" - he in his room playing quietly with his toys & mommy downstairs playing quietly with her toys. It's an essential part of the daily mommy-child relationship (read: if mommy doesn't get two hours to herself, she's going to flip out and start smoking the drapes). So, when he aborts the napping process, he stays downstairs with me and my normal writing time is invaded by a bunny in overalls with a three-word vocabulary. I think my brain is regressing. Pretty soon I'll be eyeing Cabbage Patch Kids at Target instead of shoes.
...and NanoWrimo is coming up. Apparently I'll be writing a 50K word novel consisting of three word sentences. (Is there a forum on Nano for "brain dead"?)