Gibberish. Disconnected words. Reality disassociation. Bloop bloop. Jumper jumper. Strange week abounded, strange week gone, weekend to come...
Sometimes you can get so tired that normal sleep doesn't even apply. It's the tiredness that comes after cooking something new, or making a massive change in your future plans, or even just being on the computer far too much for far too long. Rest is needed, lots and lots of rest.
With a rough week now behind, it's time to be happy again. A little pile of library books is awaiting, and stories are waiting to be written. Yes, stories, as 'The Glove' and 'Oneiromancy' both got their humps fixed this week and will run smoothly through to their conclusions now. Huzzah! They'll even make really good stories when compiled into standalones, with all the difficulties ironed out or edited into oblivion. Oh, serial stories, you are wonderful to write but I'm sure horrible to read. It's lucky to have no audience, except for those Nicaraguan squirrels. Actually, the squirrels have been quiet recently...
As the potential horror of my squirrel readers no longer being with us, and the potential profits of inventing a 'squirrel reader' that will be able to retrieve data encoded into squirrels via special engineered acorns, settles into my mind the world swims a little. Yes, squirrel readers, that's a brilliant idea!
It's odd to think that in a year's time the Quirky Muffin could be being written by a trainee primary school teacher. Will it change the blog for the more normal or send it over the screaming edge of reality, where squirrel readers and parallel dimensions inhabited by sentient words are ridiculously conventional as compared to the mime marshmallows that keep invading kitchens at peak cooking times. We'll have to wait and see. If only I could get rid of this guilt for ditching yet another career...
Blast you, conscience, you'll make no troubles this time! Get him, marshmallow mimes!
O.
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