The Last Thing You Thought...

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I just want a corner.
To go hide in and sleep.
And if someone brought me alcohol, I would be sooo haaappyyyyy...
 
-faceplants the floor-

mmmmok... step over me or lickme.. or hit me with a brick.

LT: fuckit.
 
I'm just saying...when I make myself write, I end up being able to write more often, more easily. Seriously, I wrote something like 20 or 25 pages this weekend.
Yet still I try to stop myself.

Yes, I need to write more too, and it does become easier the more I write. I didn't think I could keep up with four story threads, but I am. Hmmm, 25 pages? You are now one more who motivates me. Check in with me on Monday night next week and ask me how much I wrote.
 
A lot of it is simple motivation. There were things I wanted to write, stories I needed to tell. And then there were more, and more.

I have several things that I want to write, several stories I need to tell. But my brain is all mushy and won't work.

Loan me yours!
 
Nono, you spend enough time in there already!
grumbles something about charging rent

I didn't know I could occupy a place in your mind for a fee. I would have signed a lease a long time ago. Meanwhile, I have plenty of vacancies in my own.
 
slips the black lacies off from under my skirt
I think you'll like these now

*glares* We'll discuss this later....

Oh, hello. Just watch out for the goldfish. And DO NOT go in the closet. You don't want to know what's in there. Trust me!

Gold fish? *scratches head, then sneaks toward the closet, curious*

THERE IS NOT A CONDO IN MY MIND!

Actually, there is. Finely furnished too. And spacious.
 
Figures...my imagination lives better than I do

*shrugs* You're welcome to come join me in the Condo in your mind.

STAY OUT! Snipers....alligators...bullies...nightmares about me falling...

I knew she was lying!

*raises a brow slightly* Snipers? What do you have going on in this closet? *opens door to peek*

Yeah, she likes to live in denial. I keep telling her it's no good and she should just accept the fact that the voices in her head are really me and the people who come to party with me, but nooooo. It's too unbelievable, she says. Aliens, she swears!
 
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