Yes, I’m in a weird randomly entropic mood. I have a book to finish writing, and I’m dumping non-related thoughts so I can focus on what matters. Doing a mind-dump helps focus, as long as you dump properly.

#writing #focus

“You have to experiment in life in order to learn what you are capable of. Unless, of course, your experiments kill you.”

#writing

“He collected chickens the way some people collected stamps and coins or the way Death collected souls. He was always a step ahead of Death.”

#writing

“She wore her nobility on her head and finger. Everything else about her was crass and debaucherous. Royalty has its privileges and she was royalty with a capital R and small t around four o’clock.”

#writing #character

“You have to struggle in life, because you hate dying.”

#writing

“Did you ever look in the mirror and wish you looked like Colonel Sanders because you loved chicken? I did. But I hate chicken.”

#writing #throwawayline

“Her nostrils exuded a liquid not unlike gelatin which hadn’t set. If anyone were brave enough to taste it, which she did, they would have found it to be more disgusting than lime-flavored gelatin. This made her cry, which just produced more of the substance.”

#writing #character #throwawayline

“Each year winds down like an old-timey clock that needs winding. Each year, politicians and stress wind it back up.”

#writing #time

“He was a small man. He was lacking in stature, wisdom, honor, honesty, kindness, and manhood. His bravado was the biggest part of him, but that was still as small as he was.”

#writing #character

I’m in the middle of this book’s climax. There are some twists and turns that I need to reveal. But I still don’t have a clear picture of how the book ends. Metaphorically speaking, since I have aphantasia and can’t picture anything.

#writing #wip #pulp