Wednesday, May 18, 2011

SHORT TERM

I walk into the house. It smells terrible.

Me: I shall light this pine-scented candle that found its way to our home around Christmastime. That will be most lovely, despite the way that it quickly becomes overwhelming.

two seconds pass

Me: What the hell smells so piney? Are trees growing through the foundation of my very home, bringing with them a scent reminiscent of Christmastime?

:facepalm:

This is what happens to a writer's brain just before, in the middle of, or after a project. It is a sad reality.

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