Ouch!

[elfs]

Kouryou-chan last night had a tantrum while being put to bed, one that resulted in her kicking me in the arm. Today, my arm is really bothering me; I wasn't able to get much typing done on a story; the pain in my right forearm was too great for me to be effective.

Part of the problem seems to be that I've reached what I call in my stories the fraypoint. That's when I've put down the foundation to so many new stories I suddenly can't figure out which one I should work on first. A scene in Miracle of Science, an encounter on the train from Portland, and a comment from one of the characters in Fragile Dream gelled [autospell insists that's a valid word] and became a whole new story. More stories have suggested themselves out of the aether of ideas that I have surrounding me.

Where do ideas come from? Well, when a boy idea and a girl idea love each other very much...

I'll stop writing now. This hurts. Darned kid.

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[mundens.livejournal.com]

Where do ideas come from? Well, when a boy idea and a girl idea love each other very much...

Thats the best answer to that question! I will commit it to memory for future hilarity!

[elfs.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I can't take credit. David Formosa tossed it off a couple of years ago on alt.sex.stories.discussion and I stumbled across it a couple of days ago looking for something else, so you'll have to congratulate him on his wit when he comes back from either lurkerdom or gafiating or whatever it is he's doing these days.