It's not crack; it's space coke. And I'm probably not gonna do much more today since the flu decided that this was a good time to stage a full frontal assault.
Type. We're not at the Singularity yet. If any novel hits it big and I'm invited to do interviews, I might very well use a robot voice, because my actual speaking pattern is far too fast, mumbled, and slurry for anyone to understand, let alone dictation software.
My current problem is I'm working on an idea, but had a sudden inspiration for another idea. So basically I feel like I should let the two ideas battle it out and see which one comes out on top and give that one my attention. ...Probably not the most artistic way to handle it, but sometimes an idea just digs its claws in and won't let go of your brain!
It's a form of procrastination, or possibly an evil genie living in your brain. Just write the new idea down briefly for future reference.
Likely true. Although I'm hoping if I let them fight it out, it'll end with... Just not sure which idea is Sub Zero.
Sad to say, I won't be finishing mine this year. I had surgery that went way rougher than expected, and recovery is still ongoing, plus I've been having trouble coping with one of my sister's breast cancer diagnosis and my other sister's treatment for the same going poorly - just too much stress. Ah, well
