Sorry If I Freaked You Out…I’m A Writer
I was listening to you. Really I was.
You were talking about that thing you did last week at that…place – wherever it was.
See? I was listening. I was listening very intently and then you talked about that place you hiked in once that was so cut off from civilization that prehistoric tribes could live in it and never be found and suddenly, there it was.
A story idea.
And that thought led to another, then it opened a door and went down a passage way, grabbed a torch and stepped into a cave, struggled with a menacing shadow in a corner and burst into the center of my brain where it connected to three different crucial plot points.
So I did that goofy little thing with my mouth while my eyes went wide and my body twitched and I probably looked like I was having a seizure.
It’s okay, I was just writing.
In my brain.
Which is a good thing – getting the brain involved. When writing.
Gotta go before I forget it all now. But I was listening.
Honest, I was.