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Funny how the mind works..
Apr. 3rd, 2007 03:15 pmI have the next chapter for BP&G (or... the three Muskrateers) in my head. It's ready. It's sitting there. It's starting to hatch, making little peeping sounds and crackly shell noises in my far too expansive imagination.
So.. I'm making brownies.
Why, some may ask, am I making brownies instead of writing about the glorious adventures of my favorite sckallywag? Which would be me... er... Pockets. Why am I not pounding the keys, shouting out about Bags, Grizelda, and Pockets' flight from the City of Tears, fearing for their life and carrying a three year old Esmeralda with them? Why, why, why?
Course, some out there may not care, may not give a flip, may not even give an over-ripe bannana fritter why, Buuuutt I'm gonna tell you my Theory anyways!
It's cuz I've been craving something sweet. Usually this means that there is some sort of virus or infection that I'm ignoring running around in my body. When I get ill, the body craves sweets, because that's how the little buggers grow. They love sweets. I don't think I'm ill. I do get this wild burning near my medula oblongata, but I think that's because there's some weird stuff goin' on in the universe.
I may be craving something sweet because I'm losing weight. Which is good. I got dangerously close to the "Hey, who's that fat kid" weight of my early years. I pushed the 200 pound envelope, 20 pounds lighter that my fat kid stage. I dropped 5 pounds this last week, so I can breath a bit of a sigh, but not much. 175... 170, here I come. I can live with that. Much more and I'm a Dachau victim.
Now.. what I think is, I'm doing something ELSE creative, because the night's not here. When the sun goes down, the mind rumbles round the known 'verse and some of the unknown 'verses. When the sun goes down, I can play in the wild out-theres that only I know about, so I can bring 'em back here and let you all know about 'em.
I've been craving the making of brownies, cakes, cookies, breads, barbque (I don't cook a lot of meat.. cost prohibitive to me, and I'm a cheap bastard, so scratch the barbque). And so.. Brownies it is!
They'll be done in about.. oh.. 15 minutes or less. Y'all are welcome to join me... no pot lickers though, please. I done licked all of the pots there are to lick and washed the dishes.
I'm just kinda like that!
Tomorrow, there should, AH say, there should, be a new BP&G sitting on this very channel.
So.. I'm making brownies.
Why, some may ask, am I making brownies instead of writing about the glorious adventures of my favorite sckallywag? Which would be me... er... Pockets. Why am I not pounding the keys, shouting out about Bags, Grizelda, and Pockets' flight from the City of Tears, fearing for their life and carrying a three year old Esmeralda with them? Why, why, why?
Course, some out there may not care, may not give a flip, may not even give an over-ripe bannana fritter why, Buuuutt I'm gonna tell you my Theory anyways!
It's cuz I've been craving something sweet. Usually this means that there is some sort of virus or infection that I'm ignoring running around in my body. When I get ill, the body craves sweets, because that's how the little buggers grow. They love sweets. I don't think I'm ill. I do get this wild burning near my medula oblongata, but I think that's because there's some weird stuff goin' on in the universe.
I may be craving something sweet because I'm losing weight. Which is good. I got dangerously close to the "Hey, who's that fat kid" weight of my early years. I pushed the 200 pound envelope, 20 pounds lighter that my fat kid stage. I dropped 5 pounds this last week, so I can breath a bit of a sigh, but not much. 175... 170, here I come. I can live with that. Much more and I'm a Dachau victim.
Now.. what I think is, I'm doing something ELSE creative, because the night's not here. When the sun goes down, the mind rumbles round the known 'verse and some of the unknown 'verses. When the sun goes down, I can play in the wild out-theres that only I know about, so I can bring 'em back here and let you all know about 'em.
I've been craving the making of brownies, cakes, cookies, breads, barbque (I don't cook a lot of meat.. cost prohibitive to me, and I'm a cheap bastard, so scratch the barbque). And so.. Brownies it is!
They'll be done in about.. oh.. 15 minutes or less. Y'all are welcome to join me... no pot lickers though, please. I done licked all of the pots there are to lick and washed the dishes.
I'm just kinda like that!
Tomorrow, there should, AH say, there should, be a new BP&G sitting on this very channel.
