Turns out yesterday was Monday. I forgot. So, no Monday poetry. I’m in that stage of being so deep in a book that it’s hard to see out; my head is too full of this other reality. I tend to be mildly distracted that way as the norm, but in the Book Ate My Brain stage, it’s beyond distracted.

I actually like this stage, because I got into this gig to put my vivid imagination to work and I like to fully utilize it. I always got bored with my jobs because they didn’t require enough of my brain. Writing takes all of my brain, which can be really neat, but it does tend to cause Post Book Hangover, when it’s over and the characters move out and Elvis has left the building. Suddenly the intense experience of carrying around this alternate reality is just…gone.

Which is why there’s always another book to write. Anyway, happy Tuesday, world. I’d say more, but the book ate my brain.