Perils of Prose

A month spent plotting two books has left my brain thinking in very dumb ways and not always clearly.  I've seen this before, so it's not anything new.  It makes for great plotting sessions as the mind has been conditioned to make fabulous jumps from very few bits of information, but it's annoying and hard to reintegrate with normal society when you move on to other work.  (An itsy bitsy schizy, anyone?) This weekend, Guy and I have been having a lot of fun as I tell him what I thought he said.  Usually it's more entertaining than reality.  "Very picturesque?  I though you said berries made her dress!"  This is either going to be a very good day or a very bad one.  I'll let you know later.