Tales from the (writing) trenches, 13-Jan edition

“Staff meetings” around here can get…let’s call it interesting, in the ironic sense of the word. Why?

Well, let’s see. Me, myself, and I are in my office daily. We often have conversations, sometimes out loud. Hey, I’m a writer. Don’t judge. Conversations with fictional people and/or yourself are practically de rigueur.

Then there are the text chats and sometimes video interactions with my team. Plus communications with the rest of the Ops team. Throw in everyone else I interact with, and things can get lively in a hurry.

Two such instances happened over the past few days.

One had me cussing a blue streak in my head, too furious to speak aloud or type. Too bad on the latter part—I could have used that non-repeating string of creative phrases in a project I’m working on. Alas, I couldn’t remember most of them after I calmed down. Sad face for the prose opportunity missed. Sigh of relief for regaining mental balance.

The second one was less fraught but decidedly stranger. Random snippets of new lyrics popped into my head.

No, I’m not a songwriter. Far from it. I haven’t written any poetry in a dog’s age, either. I’m still puzzling over the whys and wherefores of this happening.

I jotted down the lyrics before they pulled a disappearing act. Will I do anything with them? Who knows. However…

<clears throat>

If that side of my brain would dream up more prophecy snippets for my fantasy WIP… Or more creative cussing, I’m not picky… I’d be delighted and would thank it profusely.

With chocolate.

The GOOD chocolate.

Just sayin, brain.