I woke up this morning with the best of intentions. I'm out of my writing groove because of my granddaughter's hospitalization, which followed my own illness, segueing into my daughter and husband getting sick. So here I sit, hoping to get back into the writing habit. I have a novel to rewrite, dammit! And short stories to submit. I turned on the computer and opened Word. Then I turned on the television to get my morning news fix. The cruise ship from hell was on my mind. I'm grateful those people are finally on dry land. I consider those floating cities to be a dangerous abomination so this reinforcement of my prejudice was fascinating. Then there's a news story about a meteor exploding above Russia. Holy crap! I turned off the TV and looked at the chapter I had revised about a month ago. Pure dreck. I pounded my head on the surface of my desk and wondered if coffee laced with vodka tastes terrible. It does. I turned the news back on. A comedian was being interviewed. He said he approached fatherhood like a king. He would create people then rule them. I laughed then turned it off. A comedian is not real news.
What's up with boats that hold thousands of people, cruising around the dangerous oceans? I've seen a documentary that showed the largest cruise ship ever. With a few clicks, I'm able to "research" the largest cruise ship ever. Holds 5,400 fragile human beings. The crew is 2,200 strong. Oasis of the Seas has 21 swimming pools, a mock Central Park, and I could go on about the bowling alleys, casinos, movie theaters, and shops. So why not get more bang for your buck and go to New York City, Paris, or even Tokyo? In fact, I'm wondering why the casino crowd in Nevada doesn't just go out into the desert and build a big dome, add some water, and stick a cruise ship in the middle of it. You can't tell me people go on cruises because they love the water.
But I digress.
Maybe I'll stop trying to write fiction and move onto haiku. Maybe there's a market for limericks these days. I could try to pen 50 Shades of Writers Block, or maybe I'll just take my "coffee" and go watch the happy birds at the bird feeder.
What's up with boats that hold thousands of people, cruising around the dangerous oceans? I've seen a documentary that showed the largest cruise ship ever. With a few clicks, I'm able to "research" the largest cruise ship ever. Holds 5,400 fragile human beings. The crew is 2,200 strong. Oasis of the Seas has 21 swimming pools, a mock Central Park, and I could go on about the bowling alleys, casinos, movie theaters, and shops. So why not get more bang for your buck and go to New York City, Paris, or even Tokyo? In fact, I'm wondering why the casino crowd in Nevada doesn't just go out into the desert and build a big dome, add some water, and stick a cruise ship in the middle of it. You can't tell me people go on cruises because they love the water.
But I digress.
Maybe I'll stop trying to write fiction and move onto haiku. Maybe there's a market for limericks these days. I could try to pen 50 Shades of Writers Block, or maybe I'll just take my "coffee" and go watch the happy birds at the bird feeder.
This is what it looks like inside my head today.
Cruise ships have ceased to appeal to me anymore... but I do kindof find them fascinating, like black widows. By the way, I like your brain!
ReplyDeleteThanks. My brain needs a new solenoid, but it likes your brain too.
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