That Moment...

That moment when you're having yet another dummy-spit because you've realised there's an entire scene missing from your WIP and now you need to fix that before you can move on from where you are now.

And I was actually making good progress for once as well.

 

TMW you decide it's high time you took a shower, ate a bao bun and enlisted yourself into another institution (gym). I'm out!

 

My military friends and I still keep all of our dead friends on facebook. At their birthdays, we all collectively have a good time commenting on different stuff they did, usually hilarious stories or pictures, and wish them well. That number is quite a few actually, but most of their deaths were accidents.

 

TMW when you have nothing pressing to do, nothing that you need, the time to do what you want, and you can't figure out what it is you want to do; when you should be satisfied but instead have a vague sense of discontent, like wondering if the Grim Reaper is waiting right around the corner. You know, that moment?

 

TMW you dream there is a giant orange or amber color wasp in your house, about the size of a medium dog, and you mentioned it's a baby.

You then attempt to get it out of your house only for it to escape your grasp. Discovering that the wasp is friendly, and just wants to hang out, you pet it

So yeah, I had a dream of petting a giant wasp

 

My WIP has child sized bees in it (it's set in an enchanted forest so there's basically no such thing as impossible there), so this made me smile.

 

I had that moment then I remembered, I have Netflix.

 

I remember long ago, back when I was on the Historium forum, there was a poster named TJAdams who would post regularly on the American History section. I thoroughly enjoyed his posts, and when I found out he died of brain cancer, I did feel that loss. It's weird, man. We've never met these people in person, but I suppose through daily interaction, we come to know them just as much if they were physically with us.

 

TMW you put on your camouflage insulated snow suit (which is made for hunting but you bought because it was on sale and it gets cold up here) and are standing at the dim back of the garage getting ready to go out and shovel snow and the mailman walks by the open garage door and you call out a polite hello and he nearly drops his mailsack because he hears this voice come out of nowhere and he looks in to see the vaguely menacing form of a man in camo holding what looks like a weapon but turns out to be a snow shovel. I don't think he was as amused as I was.

 

Next time try it in a bear costume.

 

Bear costume, or Bear costume, or just split the difference?

 

TMW some moron blocks the driveway into an empty parking lot just to park and enter the establishment that owns said empty lot...

Remember what Mama always said about stupid?

 

I'd have tried it in a bare costume, but it's too damned cold.

 

, this joke was more than I could bear.

 

Just the bear minimum, then.

 

As long as you can bear it

 

TMW you are feeling so overwhelmed and frustrated and mentally exhausted and you just want to escape into the worlds you've created in your fiction where you have control..... but cant because you're at work.....

 

That Moment When your brain nags you to write something, so you sit down and before you know it you're 500 words in, got the beginnings of a backstory, plot, and theme, and even the ending.

 

Just bare with me a moment. On second thought . . . .

 

Just bear it in mind

 

Pay to the barer on demand.

 

We need someone to Bear Witness

 

I can barely contain myself.

 

This thread is getting em-bear-ass-ing.