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Say again? Just what am I supposed to do with this.....

Annnnnd, the randomness of my delirium continues...... clearly, sick people should have all means of writing/communicating taken away from them---- ugh!

At some point, in the last couple of days, I apparently created a Word document entitled---- Brainstorm Mash-up.

The only thing in the document was a list of words--13 words/phrases, actually:

Goldfish
Hospice
Fantasy-genre
Pentagon Official
Murder
Blunt Force Trauma
Disheveled Appearance
Dazed
Poison
Shoe In Hand
Dump Truck
Landfill
Cover-up

I know the words/phrases came from several articles I was reading, but, I don't know why I collected them. I would, however, like to create something with them.....maybe a Fantasy Murder-Mystery with a Goldfish as the prime suspect???

No??

Well, I'm sure something will come from it----

In other writerly news--- I'm pretty happy to see that at least one of my New Year's goals has made to the end of the first month (this beats my two-week record by two weeks!) I have managed to update this blog quite regularly and have every hope that I will continue.....

My other writerly goal has, alas, fallen into neglect like so many of my other well-intentioned plans. The attempt to write 500 words a day toward my story has become one of those "forgotten goals" that only plague me long after I've discontinued---

I did begin, in earnest. I have amassed around 4,000 extra words. But, no where near the 15K that I should have as we come to the end of the month.

In an effort to reclaim this goal, I think scaling down might be more effective. If you count the blog posts I've made with my story word count, I may come pretty close to hitting the 15K mark. And, I am continually planning, even if I'm not actively "writing" the story out.

So, perhaps I'll redefine my goal. On non-blog days I'll make it my goal to write 500 words toward the story. And, if I can make to the end of February with BOTH goals still intact, then I may well be on my way to getting some actual writing done.

Who knows..... at some point, something that I compose will be worth something---- I've got the law of averages on my side. I'm not really a gambler, but, dumb luck is bound to drop something worthwhile in my lap.

I'm sitting..... I'm waiting.... and I've got my lap prepared for whatever the writing gods might drop.....

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