That Moment...

That moment when you are one move away from deleting your entire WIP....

....and your husband refuses to let you.

 

Very nice. My wife doesn't even have an interest in reading my writing. Though she also doesn't mind when I spent long periods of time writing in a daze.

 

My husband told me to just be sure that my book makes it to a bestseller so he doesn't have to work anymore. He was joking but it is very nice to have someone who believes in me. Especially during the times I don't. I've lost track of how many times he's saved my stories. He generally threatens to throw away all his poems and I don't want to call his bluff cause he just might mean it.

 

My wife's poetry preferences are not my writing style. They are almost the opposite.

 

My wife's English is much better than my Japanese, but not up to the level where she can enjoy reading things in English, so I'm kind of on my own.

 

What's really hard to understand (for me at least) is Japanese poetry. When I lived in Japan this paraplegic would paint pictures and write poetry by holding a paintbrush in his mouth. It looked really neat with all the hand written (mouth written) Kanji but it never made any sense in English.

 

My interest is piqued...

 

TMW you clean out your email trash folder and there is an advert
for Pamela Anderson's book. It makes you wonder how much the
ghost writer got for that job.

 

That moment you realize that the terrible two's are a musical wonderland full of candy cane dreams and jellybean clouds compared to the unholy hell-raising of the truly terrifying three's

 

TMW you realize all of your sadistic characters have a
flair for social grace, and abhor it when someone uses
obscene insults toward themselves or others.

 

That was an attractive characteristic of Hannibal Lecter. Cultured, educated, urbane - a perfect gentleman until the moment he rips your face off.

 

TMW you have one of those moments when you're researching something for a book, and you find yourself worrying that others might think you are either psychotic or are a huge worrier for your health? No, friends and family, I'm actually not crazy; I actually DON'T have whatever medical condition you found me googling -- This is for a book, I swear.

I ask this because once someone found me looking up cervical dystonia for a character and asked me if I were afraid I had this neurological condition. When I said 'no', they thought I was weird.

 

TMW someone you know on FB discovers "tagging" and tags everyone s/he knows in every - single - post...

 

loool

I had that happen once to me.

TMW you recognize right now Arizona is quite literally melting

 

Yet another moment when you realize you're living in a science-fiction story.

 

TMW you find someone else whose humor is as sick as your own.

 

Dewit.

 

TMW you're thinking that you're corresponding with the freaking PRIME MINISTER! (unintended I might add)

A few heartstopping seconds later you realise that this guy is only the head of the national advisory board. Only. Hah.

 

^ Hey, I'd consider it an honor. "Yes, government official, I would like a word with you."

TMW you have a dream you were sent back ten years ago and it felt so real you are convinced it actually happened and are trying to adjust to your new reality. You then wake up confused and have to check the calendar and do some fact-checking to reorientate yourself.

 

TMW you have seen someone banned in record time for only posting a greeting.

 

TMW you discover that the book you bought second-hand for 0.01 Euro has a personal dedication from one of the authors inside! Not for me, obviously. I'll treat it as if it had been for me

 

Hmm...

 

TMW you have more time to do something than you thought.

 

That moment when you meet someone who looks like a hillbilly cousin of your chipmunk MC.

I nearly burst out laughing and if I had it would have been really awkward because it was a total stranger.