That Moment...

Oh, man! So many Expanse metaphors and similes I want to use, but I don't want to spoil anything for you.

 

Put that Epstein drive into full burn and head in the opposite direction, Wrey. No spoilers.

 

Oh, Amos Burton, big bearish space mechanic of my dreams, take me away! You and I in engineering, just the Epstein drive, steel plating, and the hard, cold beauty of the Rocinante burning through the ether.

Equally...

GySgt. Roberta Draper, I long for your approval as I field strip and then reassemble my battle armor; your crisp nod and Mona Lisa smile is my sustenance. Up over the short horizon of Ganymede and Io, we are angels of destruction raining death, fierce as gods, beautiful as stars. Valhalla is ours!

 

I'd love to be a sociologist in a hundred years, try to better understand what all of this actually means.

Of course, I'd love to be alive in a hundred years no matter what....

 

TMW you realize you prooooobably should've packed a lunch in today when it starts to rain...

Why do I make life harder for myself sometimes? Why??

 

TMW when you agree with @big soft moose . No clue, Wrey, my friend. :[

 

I second @Spencer1990 ...no spoilers @Wreybies ! Still haven't finished started Cibola Burn.

 

No, no spoilers. We enter into the zone of fan-fic. Nothing more.

 

That moment when .. you don't want to be at work any more and you'd rather be reading... who needs a pay check.. right?!?

 

TMW you wanna get back to writing, but a part of you is acting like a whiny baby going, "BUUT I DUN WAANA!!! WHAAAAAAAA!!!"

 

Yes, sir!

 

When you decide to take a break from your unwieldy behemoth of a novel-in-progress to write something a bit less terrifying, a standalone story with a soft 100k word limit, and two days later...

My fun little project has now decided it's a side/pre/sequel to my main novel, and has absorbed not only it but also parts of another unfinished project plus a short story, and now I've got a goddamned expanded universe on my hands. The geography is ballooning every which way, plots and concepts need to be reconciled or combined, chosen between and eliminated, characters are bickering for a place in the spotlight, there are staggering amounts of internal logic to puzzle out, and do not get me started on the IKEA furniture from hell the timeline has become. I feel like I'm trying to chew and digest a brick wall, but, like, in a fun way. Is this what I've heard referred to as Worldbuilder's Disease?

 

If it is I hope it's not contagious. (and I don't think chewing and digesting a brick wall has a 'fun' way, but maybe I'm looking at it wrong)

 

You know, I'm not quite sure. There might be a genetic component, but it was foolhardy to read my post. I hope your vaccines are in order.

But it's nice and cozy down here in the dark, so much potential in the great empty spaces... and the bunnies don't bite all the time.

 

B...b..b..ut... they're not. Maybe I'm naturally immune. A girl can hope, right?

 

That moment when you stop writing to go online and ask Google which species of crow they have in Germany and the next thing you know you're on here...

 

Also that moment when you discover that Carrion Crows and Hooded Crows are now considered separate species and find yourself wondering when the heck that happened.

 

That moment when you hear something about how you can control your lights, appliances, car, and locks with your iPhone and your mind runs away with the possibilities for a horror story.

ETA And that is really weird for me because I don't even read horror stories. They give me nightmares.

 

TMW you have almost given up on finding a new m/m romance with a premise that lights up all your dials but isn't written in first person, and a Twitter rec saves the day.

 

TMW when your drinking tall boy of XX and you don't hurt any more.
And also you don't have a crowd a people to save your ass when you run
out of ideas. I smell a shorts comp in my future along with mith my sequel.
The world shall be my oyster.