That Moment...

Seems a rather drastic training method, but maybe you're on the right track after all. Nevertheless, I want to rail against adopting any such means of tutelage.

 

that moment when, after doing a week of night shifts, you finally go back to normal, and as if by magic, you get your writing mojo back...
that moment when you are relieved after a long week at work.
that moment when you realise how normal you look at work in comparison to your colleagues.
that moment when you have to write your novel in another language, just so that your colleagues dont go nosing at it (because, well, im too proud of TMSC for anyone to see much of it at the moment, especially the handwritten stuff.)

 

That moment when you and a friend are laughing over facebook due to a particularly funny memory involving a song that appeared in your itunes shuffle.

 

How cool! How do you swing that? Doesn't that make the story feel different? French and English have a bit different feel, I think (I assume the other language is French?). I could never write anything in Finnish, especially the WIP. Everything just sounds so ridiculous... Or at least more ridiculous.

 

i swing it by thinking a little pragmatic like the main character, unfortunately french can have a tendancy, like elfish to beat about the bush a little.

yes i can speak read and write french, but as ive encountered one of my collegues can also, ive resorted to teaching myself dwarfish, which is a little less probable of being understood by others. plus, as there is a dwarf main character, it kinda works (i include a small segment of dwarfish in the actual MS for the second novel) plus as well, i can use english grammar with the dwarvish, thus keeping it similar but different

 

TWM when you discover it's after midnight and you've spent half the day and all evening on WF and you still don't have that job application filled out.

 

That moment when a sad movie makes you cry and your friend looks over at you bewildered.

 

That moment when you receive a work-related email from someone you're in fairly tense negotiations with, asking you to acknowledge that the area we're discussing is one of the most deprived in Scotland, and you reply with an email intended for your friend in which you state that the rain had better clear up because you have a garden party to attend at the weekend.

No, just me? What a twat.

 

Well, look at it this way, that someone might find some humor in that statement.

Them: The area we're discussing is one of the most deprived in all of Scotland!

You: ...Well, I hope the rain clears up, 'cause I have a garden party to attend at the weekend!

 

TMW....

• You bit the inside of your lip/cheek while chewing and you know you're going to spend the rest of the day repeating the incident because now it's swollen and, yeah, it's already started.

• You hear a sound inside a sound, the inner sound usually being the phone ringing. You hear it inside the noise of taking a shower and turn the shower off more than once to see if the phone is ringing, and nope, not ringing. You hear it inside the sound of the leaf-blower outside and check the phone like 5 times, nope. The sound within a sound....

 

Been there, done that in both cases!

The phone thing is a bit disturbing to me. I'm prone to auditory hallucinations when I'm half asleep. I'll be dozing and be suddenly shocked awake by the phone ringing, only to find that it isn't ringing. I also get shocked awake by the sound of my mother's voice calling me, and she's been dead nine years now...

 

You crazy toad licking Puerto Ricans. Give it up!

 

that moment when you answer the door to someone from a charity and realised you had left Slayer's Reign In Blood album playing.... oops

 

That moment when your massage therapist texts you, "Baby?! I think that message was meant for someone else..."

 

That's awkward.

That moment when you wake up but can't move, can't make a noise, and hear someone moving in the living room, hitting the walls and breaking dishes while the only other person in the apartment is your wife sleeping next to you.

 

And that is scary It was one of those hypnagogic experiences, I hope...

 

God, I love this word.

 

That's exactly what it was (and has been several times, always the same scenario), but it always feels all too real. Oh well, it's given me first-hand insight into sleep paralysis...es? And it's also inspired me to include one into a story of ours, so it's not all bad.

 

That moment when you've gone online to pay your electricity bill and you realize you can't remember your username, your password, or the email account you associated with it. And you failed to write any of this down in the usual place.

Lacrymosa dies illa!

 

Been there, done that. I've learned to keep a paper file in my desk with all that stuff written on it.

 

I have a password protected computer file where I keep all mine-- but this time I neglected to write the electric company info in there.

(Thankfully, that file has a PW I don't forget.)

 

Last year I got into a Korean pop boy band - the oldest member is like, 24. The others (5 guys) are like, 21 and the last is like 18.

Yeah, makes me feel old lol. There wa sa time when pop stars were my age

 

Heck beans, I remember when they were all older!

 

TMW completely random memories float to the surface of your mind, like having had a massive crush on James Atkin when E.M.F. were having their 15 minutes, or the fact that in 1991 space and time warped and collided so excellently as to have Tammy Wynette, of all people, escort us to Mu Mu Land.