Random Chaos

So.

I mentioned a while back that I was buying a notebook so that I could keep writing on random stuff.  I wasn't planning on what happened once I actually started writing in it.  It got the better of me, it did.

For a while I had to make sure that I kept myself to a strict writing schedule.  It was a discipline thing; if I didn' t write at least a little bit a day it was too hard to do much else with anything.  So I gave myself this schedule.  At least an hour a day at the machine or notebook, no other interruptions to bother me, a timer at my right and a steaming cup of (delicious! <3) tea at the left.  Clickie the pen, date the page, and write!

An hour later, I have the second installment of the Organization XIII Therapy sessions in glorious chickenscratch. o.O

The following day, the third one shows up.  And it's even scarier, somehow.

I'm going for a fourth.  It's like crack, really.  (Or is it heroin?  Oh well.  It's not important.

(YES my titles suck.)

Note:  The following entry is (mostly) satirical in nature.  It doesn't reflect on any chain, any hotel, any motel, or any bed and breakfast in particular.  If you don't agree with something in here, you have been warned.  It's largely pulled from my experiences, but some of it is also from the war stories of my co-workers at the hotel.  Then there's the fiction factor added for the satire itself.  (See if you can guess what's fiction. ^_____^)

 

You know, this is a funny story. I have been the one who, for a number of people that I know, have provided foolproof traps to get one’s muses up and working again. I haven’t yet given a method that hasn’t worked for someone. I have so many methods that work well that I don’t know what to do with them. I don’t need another one for that.

Someone could have warned me that a hot-to-tolerance-level shower, rich sweet tea mixed with brandy, and trip-hop was one of the infamous combinations.

I now have several plot bunnies bothering me to write ficcage—AND some short originals. I have been possessed by muses, and it is even starting to distract me from other important things…like the figure skating competition. Gotta…focus… *tries to focus*

Nope, ain’t happening. XD *gets to work on muses’ orders*