You know that stereotype of the mad scientist with crazy hair and the wonky eyes working though the night doing dangerous experiments and causing crazy explosion? I thought that was just a myth, but it turns out—it’s me—when I’m writing!
An idea struck me this morning and I had to get it down. So I spent the morning half in normal clothes and half in pajamas while I tried to empty my head.
The day when something like this:
- Kids: Mom?
- Me: Go outside and play.
- Kids: But, mom…
- Me: Go outside.
- Kids: But, it’s…
- Me: If you say it’s boring I will ground you from TV for a week!
- Me: Hallelujah!
I think I ate lunch—maybe? If I did it was either chocolate pudding or nutella—I can’t be sure. I think my kids ate? Don’t call DCFS on me please J
When I did take reluctant bathroom breaks I noticed my reflection—crazy hair—tired eyes and I thought, “I look just like a mad scientist.”
Sometimes I’m not a very balanced writer. Oh well—I got TONS done today! Thank heavens for mad scientist writing days!