That Moment...

TMW a trauma you thought you'd processed comes back to haunt you.

 

TMW you leave Youtube on autoplay having looked up a good song, then it begins going through lots of awesome old songs that you'd forgotten about.

 

That's not writer's arm, it's wanker's arm.

Oh, and you Americans out there. Make sure your safe search is switched on before you go looking for the meaning of that word.

 

Two Fing of them lol

 

Could be worse... I used to have a senior work colleague whose surname was Fatseas. Lucky he had a sense of humour because the number of times autocorrect changed it to Fatso didn't quite match the number of times I caught and changed it vback...

 

"Safe Beschmirched!"

 

That moment when you have severe stage fright, but have a big program tomorrow where you have to introduce your guest speaker.
I'm terrified and have been all week. Now that it's tomorrow, I feel like crying...

 

TMW...Drinking coffee in the Jeep, listening to country music on a cold, sunny morning. Feels good man.

Guy outside sees his windshield covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Fuck, I'm not scraping this shit" he says.

>Goes inside building

Three minutes later...

>Comes out with steaming bucket of water

Me: "Oh...he's not gonna-"

>Throws water over windshield. It cracks. He screams. It shatters.

Man: O_O

Me:

 

Lost count of how many times I've been there. It sucks.

 

That moment when you go to type up a scene and realise it's so bad you need to rewrite it first.

FML I thought I was done with that. For this story/chapter anyway...

 

Should have used a credit card, they make great frost scrapers.

 

I'm a proponent of the "drive with your head out the window until the engine's warm enough to melt a tiny peephole for you to look through" style of winter motor sports.

 

TMW you find your teenage playlist. TMW the years gone by come back in an instant.

Least the music still rocks.

 

We had those for long car journeys. I remember trying to catch my favourite songs on the radio before the dj talked over it too. That took some skill.

 

That moment, when you get a response to an email you sent to Amazon, requesting help with a technical issue:

 

Were you also whispering silently at the time?

 

That Moment When you’re writing the Boston Massacre scene in your Colonial Mystery (the prologue to set up the historical background) and your character *refuses* to just leave Attucks’ body lying in the snow after the shootings so now you are looking up maps of historical Boston to see just where he could move the poor man before he decides that he ought to go back home and see to his own family.

Dammit, Louis Garnier.

 

I thought your character was named Amos Garnier.

 

That's his son. It's the prologue where the kid is around ten years of age.

 

Now that's what you call divine intervention.

 

You'd like to think so, but he wasn't actually any help at all. But it's hard to tell Jesus to naff off.

 

THAT MOMENT WHEN: I made Louis Garnier an inadvertent asshole. -_-

Louis Garnier: "Hey, I know we've spent the past decade here in Boston, got our own lives and friends, etc... But I totally just saw a massacre so why don't I upend our lives and move to a small town twelve hours away by carriage and start over there. All under the pretenses of protecting our son from the violence."

I don't think I thought this through.

 

TMW I am about to have anxiety reach critical levels.