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My mind’s a babbling brook

24 Feb

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No, really. It’s just this little stream, happily skipping along thanks to the power of caffeine as it spurts out possibly inappropriate comments.

AKA – Phoebe doesn’t do well on interrupted sleep. Which is all she’s gotten this week. The only reason these words are getting down on here is thanks to the second cup of coffee I’m consuming.

Meanwhile, as I haven’t had my proper six hours of uninterrupted sleep, I wake up with “Let It Go” playing in my head. Then I wonder, do other people have songs playing in their heads? I mean, I could, if I concentrate, have the soundtrack to “Les Mis” play word for word through my head. Original Cast. I remember lyrics like I remember to breathe. And I’m just now thinking this might not be normal.

Seriously, I can belt out lyrics to a song I haven’t listened to since 1994, but those four years of French I took are a mystery to me. Obviously, I needed to learn French musically.

I also have three different plot lines rolling through my heads, different snippets of stories that I have written down, but haven’t expanded on because I’m trying to concentrate on revising the one story. So, maybe four plot lines. I have found that I need to write these down, not just to remember my brilliant ideas, but to get the extra words out of my head. Part of my weekend away was about writing, and in writing, I realized my head had been too cluttered with words. I mean, I need that brain space for Rick Astley lyrics.

I’ve also embraced the idea of reading more. Which sounds weird, as I love to read. But there’s this moment you get caught in, as a writer, a fear of reading your genre too much, and then accidentally plagiarizing. So you stop reading. Which just makes you sad. Then you fill that reading time with scrolling through Pinterest, which puts more thoughts and ideas in your head, then you’re stuck with all those ideas in your head and not spending time using those ideas because you’re inner writer is blocked…

I’m guessing all that makes sense to maybe 3% of you. Sorry.

Then Maura comes along at 3 am, elbowing me awake for the next three hours, and bam! Brain ooze.

And that’s how you end up with a post like this – or worse – you fall into a Scooby Doo induced coma on the couch, and then NOTHING makes sense anymore.

 

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5 Responses to “My mind’s a babbling brook”

  1. franhunne4u February 24, 2016 at 2:44 pm #

    One day Maura will have to learn not to come to you at 3 am. I don’t know how much grasp she has of the concept of time. But a mother who is as tired as the mother of a newborn would be can neither be good for your children not for yourself. She will have to learn it. Meanwhile – I wish you more coffee. Try awakechocolate.
    http://www.awakechocolate.com/

    • phoebz4 February 24, 2016 at 10:39 pm #

      Last night went much better – I think the trick was that she had jammed SO much stuff in her bed, she was uncomfortable. I made sure last night that her bed was free of all stuffed creatures and books and papers and other things she squirrels away in there, lol!

      • franhunne4u February 25, 2016 at 1:57 am #

        Funny that you say squirrel away – we say hamstern (to hamster) … If she follows the same sleep pattern like all teenagers (which is part of puberty, I believe) she will turn into sleep-walk mode anyway …

  2. Tashina Knight February 24, 2016 at 8:05 pm #

    I have the lyrics thing too! Just that way. True story – just to let you know what you have to look forward to – my grandmother had this same song-in-the-head-with-all-the-lyrics thing. When she got to about 92, she started hearing songs constantly and not ones she necessarily liked either. She would call my mom and complain about how distracting it was to have these bad songs never stop playing in her head. But finally after a few months of this, she learned to control them. So they never went away completely, but she could choose the songs. She lived to be 99.9. IF you have to be a little crazy, at least it’s good to be in control of the crazy.

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