God Damn It.
It happened again. I had this creative idea that fit into one of the stories that's in my head, something that linked and bound together and did all those exciting things that ideas are supposed to do, and I thought "Holy crap, I've gotta write that down as soon as I get out."
And I got myself dried out and sat down at the computer, and my brain said "Uh. Write *what* down?"
Fucker.
And I got myself dried out and sat down at the computer, and my brain said "Uh. Write *what* down?"
Fucker.
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no subject
Or I'd lose the notebook.
I'm thinking I'll just hire a lackey to follow me around and write down whatever I say.
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I'm fairly certain they must...