What it’s like to write with Pregnant Brain

Writing while pregnant is hard. Mainly it’s hard because I forget things. Here’s an example: I need to get a chthonic beast near Tysons Corner, Virginia in a plausible manner. I look at maps. Since this is a water beast, I decide the logical route is for it to enter Chesapeake Bay and swim up the Potomac. I make notes of this, including correct spellings of the bay and river, and save in my notes file.

When I reach the actual part of the story where this becomes important, I a. cannot remember the name of the river and b. cannot find my notes so painstakingly researched and documented.

But I remember how to spell “chthonic” because somehow that made it into longterm memory. Never mind that every thriller set on the east coast has the words “orders from across the Potomac”. *headdesk*

We won’t speak of what I keep doing to the timeline, despite HAVING a timeline which I made sure did not contradict Animal Attraction or Red Queen.

Will finish the story this week but there will be many Bad Words mumbled, shouted, and possibly sobbed in the process.

At least my playlist is fun: Yellow, Coldplay. Help I’m Alive/Monster Hospital, Metric. Death and Glory, the Clash. #1 Crush, Garbage.