I cannot believe I just picked up the fall schedules for the kiddos last night. Neither can one of my daughters. She sort of stared at a blank spot on the wall while holding the list of classes in her hand. Her sister waved a hand in front of her face. She blinked but she hasn't really spoken since. We expect the reaction. I've got one daughter who loves school and hates summer then the other who turns into a zombie around September. She just walks around the house muttering unintelligible sounds until June. It's entertaining.
I used to be the zombie, I think. I was never excited about school. Learning got in the way of my social aspirations. I was too busy being the class clown. Funny how things change, and then, Not change. I'm still a clown but now I'm the research nerd, geeking away on my computer, dredging up facts that no one would ever care about but me. If anyone ever went through my hard drive, the Google history would be startling. I could see the computer guy just sitting in front of my laptop, mouth agape while some dude named Ned whistles out a WOW over his shoulder. It would be that bad. Seriously, I once Googled belly button lint. Don't ask. But you should Google it. Very interesting. What's better is that I no longer think I'm alone in the universe of weird TC. No. As I encounter more and more writers, we all seem to be from the same kind of mold. We may be different in ways, but our minds seem to work about the same. I recently joined a critique group. We meet online since we're scattered all over the place, but its so neat to watch as one idea forms, then another, and so on. I honestly think a room full of writers could solve the economical problems in the world right now. Of course, we may end up turning John Boehner into a werewolf and Nancy Pelosi into a hobbit, or vice versa depending on which side of the aisle you're on. It would make for much better news and I bet people would be willing to pay for it. Anyone know of a good incantation off hand? Hum...something to Google later...right after I get back to writing;)