or, Don’t Take a Benadryl Before Brainstorming and Damn Those Mosquitoes at the Outdoor Concert on Friday Night
Me trying to transcribe the brainstorming notes that I wrote on Saturday afternoon while in a Benadryl-and-desert-heat-induced fog:
“So, what I need is a reason for GG & J to be working did your in the [what?]”
“And a reason why & then [they?] to get to know One another.”
This next line, I bracketed in hearts. In hearts. To indicate that I loved this concept. If only I could fucking read what this brilliant concept was.
“Also, need for J total her [what?] night [can’t decipher this line of scribbles at all.].”
“Her worse nightmare is being t exposed [what the fuck did I write here?].”
“So in climax [Nope. No clue.] GG?”
It gets better.
“She needs to run into GG as a past and future reaction.”
Not kidding. That’s what I actually wrote. And just in case I thought I wouldn’t take myself seriously later, I wrote it again, more or less, on the very next line:
“As a result of past and future actions.”
Followed that brilliance up with
“How to [What the hell happened here? Worst chicken scratch ever.] dad’s their [But wait. More chicken scratch].”
“Yep. Nothing. No ideas. Let’s get back to reading.”
Great idea. Why don’t I just pass out and drool over my eReader instead?