An idea is buzz-buzzing around my brain.
Plugs ears to cries of, 'You don't say.'
And of course, having the beginnings of one short and the possible beginnings of another, my delightful brain decided, 'Ooh, we could make a pretty world out of these stories and write lots and lots of stories in them.'
"Like the world you were going to construct from a couple of months ago?" Reason asked, cocking her eyebrow (a feat the writer can't actually perform - perhaps I should over pluck one eyebrow to give the effect). "The one with the cars and the planes and the magic and stuff."
Brain manipulated tongue and stuck it out. "This world will happen, I'm injecting it into Cate's bones."
"Didn't you do that with the one before the cars and the magic. Some sort of circus if I recall."
"Well I did circus stories."
"Everyone does circus stories, dear," Reason said, tapping away at an old-old book. "Well get to, hopefully I'll still be here when you get back."
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I say humor the ideas, in all their forms. Especially the sexy ones!
These are semi-sexy... In an a nuclear explosion looks good on you dear way.
This is why I hang a "quiet please" sign in my brain pan. Hopefully, the good chaps up there are respectful enough to oblige.
I need to get one of those.
And there I was thinking this was the latest chapter in your Grim-Reaper-fixation saga... :D
Oh yeah. Once they start jabbering like that and injecting things into your bones, it's on.
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