That Moment...

That moment when you realise that the main problem with your novel is in fact one of your two joint protagonists,and the only solution is to remove said protagonist, take what you've got left back to the drawing board, and start over from there.

F@#$. My. Life.

 

That moment when you're so hungry you find yourself wanting to steal your cat's dinner.

 

404ception!!!

 

This is what progress looks like. I had to delete about half of the first draft of my main WIP because it was just too ambitious. I feel a whole lot better about it.

 

Yeah. It sucks arse, because he was the character I liked best from the original set, but he was taking the story in a really dark direction that I didn't want to go in. Better that he stays in Iceland and marries that girl who turned him down in the original story, and then the other protagonist can have a shot at getting a happier ending with someone else, I think.

 

TMW you're taking @Shenanigator's advice and working on something non-writing related to shake the dust loose from your synapses and you realize that one of your (non-interlocking) parts is four tenths of a millimeter thicker than the other.

That moment when you realize how big .4mm is. Slightly more than half the minimum supported wall thickness of the printer.

It'll be okay.

 

That Moment your hearing aid battery is beeping, informing you of its impending death but you are too lazy to change it so you can continue hearing.

I don't mind going silent for a bit.

 

Out of curiosity, how long does it beep for before giving you some peace? Could be pretty annoying, not being able to hear the TV but still having a periodic "beep beep" for twenty minutes.

 

When my 91-year old aunt's hearing aids need a battery change, instead of beeping, a man's voice in her ear says it's time to change the battery. I would find that creepy.

ETA: TMW you're trying to find a thread you saw this afternoon that looked interesting but for the life of you, you can't find it even after trying different keywords in the Search fields.

 

It would go off periodically, then a buzzing would happen that slowly gets fainter and fainter before it dies. I can still hear everything until then.

@Shenanigator -- I would've called the voice 'Bob'. Oh God, imagine the fun at parties. "Excuse me, Bob's telling me to change my batteries."

"Who's Bob?"

"Bob? He's the man that lives in my hearing aid."

 

TFMW your government opposes giving people under their care in detention and processing centers better medical treatment because it theoretically weakens the borders somehow. It's a pretty low point when that's the hill you die on. God forbid we move a few people into onshore hospitals, there'll be gang bangers in the streets by monday! They're claiming people will come because of this hoping to use it as a way in, even though it doesn't apply to new arrivals (who will be turned back anway), but you can tell the people who really want boats to come is them. The Liberals would love to bludgeon Labour about "boat people" some more, they're desperate for anything that might stave off their widely-expected upcoming election defeat. So here we are. The government is playing paranoid politics with people' lives, most of whom are legitimate asylum claimants, because they're afraid of losing the next election. I think Churchill had it right that democracy is the worst form of government except for all the others. Enlightenment my arse.
*sorry for the vent. Had to get off my chest.

 

Breathe, Iain, breathe. You're an American, doesn't mean you have to turn this into a competition, just breathe

 

My insulin pump does this and it drives me nuts. Shut the fuck up and stop trying to keep me alive, dickhead.

 

It sucks all around. Doesn't matter if you're Australian, American, or an anti-Brexit UK citizen. It really, really sucks. *gives you two a big whale hug*

@Tenderiser -- I'd call the insulin pump 'Polly'.

 

PLEASE keep political stuff in the Debate Room!

 

Apologies, caution taken.

 

I won't get into any fights here, sheriff. Don't you worry.
Just that content didn't neccesarily fit debate threads either. Certainly not any I can think of.

 

*lays down shotgun under the bar*

 

*carefully swims out from behind giant underwater statue*

I don't like bar fights. D:

 

Thass it! That's a hammerin'!

 

*bites you and drags you into the sea*

They don't call my people killer whales for nothing, boy!

 

It's almost like you had that orca-strated.

 

That would have been hilarious, because, no joke, her late husband's name was Bob. Totally not kidding, and I can't stop laughing. Thank you for that!