Mad Hatters and Steamrollers
Well, hot crossed buns and mashed potatoes! The world is craaaaaazy!
I might get my paintings hung up in a restaurant! Holy moly! What?! WHAT?!
Holy moly. I don't know how to process that. It's crazy.
In other news, I missed writing. I miss writing stories. I even wrote one recently, but I still miss it. I miss creating the worlds. I have so many worlds packed away in my heart, and I try so hard to talk about them to relieve the pressure inside.
A friend of mine once said, "You have more creativity in your little finger than I do in my whole body." I appreciate the compliment! Why is it though?! Why do I have these worlds itching to get out?! To some extent, I've worked at it. I grew up with stories, so I like stories, so I try to write stories. Still, even I am sometimes surprised at the weirdnesses that burst out when I'm not expecting it.
UGH
I'm not going there, but it pisses me off. But whatcha gonna do?
Back to it, though: I need to get just one book published so that I can start rolling like a mad hatter.
Do you know why the hatter was mad? It's because hatters used mercury to harden their hats, and mercury fumes make you crazy.
Rolling like a mad hatter! Rolling like a mad hatter on a steamroller! Bing bang boom, even if I got stuck in any one of my stories, I'd be happy.
Well, the galaxy calls, so I must be off, but thanks for listening.
I might get my paintings hung up in a restaurant! Holy moly! What?! WHAT?!
Holy moly. I don't know how to process that. It's crazy.
In other news, I missed writing. I miss writing stories. I even wrote one recently, but I still miss it. I miss creating the worlds. I have so many worlds packed away in my heart, and I try so hard to talk about them to relieve the pressure inside.
A friend of mine once said, "You have more creativity in your little finger than I do in my whole body." I appreciate the compliment! Why is it though?! Why do I have these worlds itching to get out?! To some extent, I've worked at it. I grew up with stories, so I like stories, so I try to write stories. Still, even I am sometimes surprised at the weirdnesses that burst out when I'm not expecting it.
UGH
I'm not going there, but it pisses me off. But whatcha gonna do?
Back to it, though: I need to get just one book published so that I can start rolling like a mad hatter.
Do you know why the hatter was mad? It's because hatters used mercury to harden their hats, and mercury fumes make you crazy.
Rolling like a mad hatter! Rolling like a mad hatter on a steamroller! Bing bang boom, even if I got stuck in any one of my stories, I'd be happy.
Well, the galaxy calls, so I must be off, but thanks for listening.
Congratulations on the paintings!
ReplyDeleteThe mad hatter explanation reminds me of my high school chemistry teacher. He had some pretty erratic behaviors, and I figured it probably had something to do with all the years of working with those chemicals. But I have to admit that his class rarely had a dull moment! Thankfully no one was standing directly below on the day he dumped a chemical concoction out of the third floor window...
Thank you!
DeleteThat sounds like a great class!
I always loved the teachers that were a bit crazy, a bit unpredictable.