That Moment...

Practically Beyonce!

 

TMW you finally have your car washed after weeks of typical shitty spring weather and, as a result, spend an embarrassingly long time looking for it in the parking hall until you spot the back plate. (The letters almost spell a well-known autoimmune disease, so the plates stand out).

 

@Shadowfax noooo, nothing like that. Hyperbole, don't worry. I was just citing how I had disappeared for a few months... <.<

 

TMW someone on your Facebook feed posts that "you just can't trust anyone from Mobile, Alabama" and you feel bristled at the remark. I mean, yeah she gets to not like particular cities but seriously??

Then again, people are good at tarring whole groups of people so why am I surprised??

 

Those Mobile, Alabama people are a prickly lot.

 

We are.

 

That moment when you're typing away and your cat steps on your keefjisod- GOL DARN IT MERLIN

 

That moment when there's an election in less than two months and you can't figure out who the hell to vote for because you don't want to see any of the current party leaders running the country.

That moment when you phone your manager and he doesn't answer.
That moment when your manager phones you back but you're having a nap so you miss it.
That moment when you call him back and he doesn't answer - again.
That moment when he calls you back (again) and you press the wrong button and cut him off instead of answering.
That moment when you immediately call him back and it's going straight to voicemail.
FFS.

That moment when you're considering changing your manager's name to The Useless One in your phone.

 

TMW you slip on a step on the stairs

 

TMW you realise your manager joined writing forums as @Baker Wilcox moments before he slipped on the stairs and broke his phone.

 

TMW your mind conjures up a heartbreaking end for one of your side characters in your General Fiction. STAAAAHP, FEELINGS! I'M NOT READY!!! x(

 

There there there... I'll protect you from the feels.

 

It's basically this:

Spoiler

Throughout the General Mysteries, Kevin's young cousin Emily is friends with a classmates from school who likes all the stuff she likes. Specifically they like playing Saints Row, a game catagorically WAY TOO MATURE for them, but Kevin allows them with the condition that he'd supervise and explain whatever it is they don't understand. Her friend, Esther, just so happens to have progeria and while that condition isn't the focus of her friendship...

Well, children with progeria don't really live for very long and at some point she gets sicker and sicker and...

...She dies while on a trip to Gettysburg, in a hotel. Her funeral consists of her being cremated and her family (one of them is a reenactor at Gettysburg) sneaking into the historical site at night to spread her ashes around. Kevin and Emily get in their car, Kevin lets Emily cry into his arms as they sit in the silent car.

So there you have it.

 

That moment when you let your characters off-leash for one goddamn second...

 

I know. I can't forgive Kevin and the others but... damn it! >:[ If I write Esther in, I know she'll...she'll...

 

TMW you're face with your own mortality.

That yes, you are going to die someday.

That when you're gone, all people will have left is what you left behind.

TMW you have no idea where that thought came from, but now that it did...you're scared.

 

@Imaginarily - I just had three beers, m'friend. You really want me to grab a fourth??

 

Hey don't get me involved with your existential crisis, mister. I got imaginary lives to fuck with.

 

Oh, OK. :3

 

And by this I mean I have to wait until my brain returns to me because it seems to have ... left.

 

Same here. I'm just trying to wait for my anxiety to quit telling me how I'm gonna die. :3 Can I shoot it, plz??

 

Sure

 

Mr U.S President?

 

That's no omnidirectional combover.....