Trying to do a blog post, and faced with the fact that I’m in a very weird mood and also really, really tired.
For instance, the first idea was to write a short story called The Dino Who Loved me. This is because my husband was looking for an excuse to buy dinos from the modelling site. Also because of course when faced with dino-porn, my mind goes instead to a spy story with dinosaurs.
You see, dinosaurs left the world in a spaceship, but now want to see if it’s safe to come back, and then send T-Bond. James T-Bond. He belongs to a species of dino that hasn’t been found yet, and is roughly man-sized. After various surgeries, he can pass as human, at least from the neck up. From the neck down… let’s just say there are no T-Bond girls.
To make things worse, my son has the office next to mine, and is in a babbling mood. Overheard, “I always was wildly attracted to aliens. But I didn’t make the cut and had to settle for a human. I’m not saying I’m not happy, but sometimes I wish he had tentacles.” Since he tends to mutter out what he’s writing, I’m wondering what kind of story will come out of his keyboard this week.
Oh, and yeah, we’re officially renting, while getting the old place ready to sell. Right now it seems like an impossible endeavor, much less in the month till surgery. But it must happen.
This means if you have business with me and I seem to be giving you the brush off, by forgetting to answer/forgetting to do something/forgetting my name, chances are I’ve been painting/cleaning/packing — just poke me again, this time with a sharp stick. Seriously, if you don’t remind me, everything will be forgotten.
Oh, and, I have two books in the running in this. If so inspired, go forth and vote.