Done and dusted
I'm currently in southeast Asia, where the temperature is, I'd guess, somewhere around 30 degrees Celcius (that's about 85 in old money). Blue skies and not much breeze.
The sun shining through the window directs my attention to the layer of dust on top of the chest of drawers which contains, amongst other things, numerous pairs of socks made redundant by this unremitting climate. Flip-flops rule! True, but it seems I've been spending too much time in the imaginary world of writing and neglected to do my chores, a failing made doubly despicable because the writing has, all too often, been entirely imaginary. Aka non-existent.
I blame the internet.
I'm not entirely happy with a word? Use the on-line thesaurus. And while I'm at it I'll just check my email, and my rss reader, and...oh! Look at that! They've discovered a new galaxy. What beautiful pictures!
Mmmmm..I really fancy some chocolate but there's none in the house and, even if there was, it'd have to be in the fridge. I don't much like chocolate straight from the fridge. It's too hard and brittle. I always end up chewing it instead of letting it melt in my mouth, and that seems such a waste of all that chocolaty flavour.
Oh..right..where was I? What was that word I was looking for? Maybe my protagonist should be looking for another world in a galaxy far, far away? No..no..that's been done before, or something very like it. Come on! Focus! I'm not even writing science fiction! Maybe there's a bit of fantasy in there but... But what? Well, could it be called fantasy? Are there fantasy purists with a big F 'n' P who would deride and ridicule the idea? Probably.
Maybe I need to take a break? Yeah, good idea. I'll just make a cup of coffee and then I'll get down to it. The caffeine will do the trick...
...Right! Sip, sip. Let's get at it! Errrm...
I really should do that dusting. A tidy whatsit is a tidy mind. Or something. I know, I'll use my new super quantum magic duster with easily adjustable twist-fix telescopic handle, a technological marvel that will do the job in minutes.
I think I was ripped off. The dust that was on top of the chest is now dancing in the stream of sunlight piercing through the window pane. Dancing? Is 'dancing' something that fits with 'stream'? 'Paddling'. That goes with 'stream', but dust paddling? No. There must be a word. I know, I'll use the on-line thesaurus. And while I'm at it...
The sun shining through the window directs my attention to the layer of dust on top of the chest of drawers which contains, amongst other things, numerous pairs of socks made redundant by this unremitting climate. Flip-flops rule! True, but it seems I've been spending too much time in the imaginary world of writing and neglected to do my chores, a failing made doubly despicable because the writing has, all too often, been entirely imaginary. Aka non-existent.
I blame the internet.
I'm not entirely happy with a word? Use the on-line thesaurus. And while I'm at it I'll just check my email, and my rss reader, and...oh! Look at that! They've discovered a new galaxy. What beautiful pictures!
Mmmmm..I really fancy some chocolate but there's none in the house and, even if there was, it'd have to be in the fridge. I don't much like chocolate straight from the fridge. It's too hard and brittle. I always end up chewing it instead of letting it melt in my mouth, and that seems such a waste of all that chocolaty flavour.
Oh..right..where was I? What was that word I was looking for? Maybe my protagonist should be looking for another world in a galaxy far, far away? No..no..that's been done before, or something very like it. Come on! Focus! I'm not even writing science fiction! Maybe there's a bit of fantasy in there but... But what? Well, could it be called fantasy? Are there fantasy purists with a big F 'n' P who would deride and ridicule the idea? Probably.
Maybe I need to take a break? Yeah, good idea. I'll just make a cup of coffee and then I'll get down to it. The caffeine will do the trick...
...Right! Sip, sip. Let's get at it! Errrm...
I really should do that dusting. A tidy whatsit is a tidy mind. Or something. I know, I'll use my new super quantum magic duster with easily adjustable twist-fix telescopic handle, a technological marvel that will do the job in minutes.
I think I was ripped off. The dust that was on top of the chest is now dancing in the stream of sunlight piercing through the window pane. Dancing? Is 'dancing' something that fits with 'stream'? 'Paddling'. That goes with 'stream', but dust paddling? No. There must be a word. I know, I'll use the on-line thesaurus. And while I'm at it...
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