When I first started writing, I know I needed a break when my thoughts started to wander in odd directions. I’ve made recent additions to the list. By the way, I usually write with my trusty pencil on my trusty paper notebook.
Yeah, I’m old school, so? :p
The following are a few highlights.
I know I need a break when…
- … I brainstorm ideas with 9-year-olds with the attention-span of parakeets on speed.
- … I insist on spelling it “ominus”.
- … I wrote the word “agony”, and I find myself wondering which works better: “Ebony and agony” or “agony and ivory”, right before singing both versions aloud, just so I could hear which version sounds better.
- … I scribble “clink”, and automatically wonder if it should be “clinc” or “clinck”.
- … I try to order citrus in order of intelligence. On one hand, the pomelo is much bigger than a lemon and animals with bigger brains are supposed to be smarter, no? On the other hand, does size really matter? The tiny kumquat is much more flavorful than the pomelo. Ultimately, when it comes to citrus, does intelligence correspond to size or to flavor?
- … I try to fit my prose to the Major-General’s song from Gilbert and Sullivan’s Pirates of Penzance.
How about you? How do you know when you’ve really had enough?