Wednesday, November 13, 2019

I'M FUMING!




The day was horrible!
The worst day ever!
Everything that could go wrong did go wrong!
Well, at least I’m still alive so that’s a good thing.
But other than that...
Why did everything go wrong?
Invisible tricksters?
The stars not aligned?
My biorythms were off?
I’ve gone loico?
Mercury was in retrograde?
The Universe is trying to tell me something?
Phew!
The only thing good I can say about today is...
I had a good poop.










OY!
If that’s the best I can say about my day...
I pray tomorrow will be better.
So?
Did you have a stinky day? 

Always,

Em-Musing


Wednesday, November 6, 2019

HEAD RUSH




This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as the Insecure Writers Support Group, founded by the one and only, Alex J. Cavanaugh. It happens the first Wednesday of each month. If you're a writer, insecure, or just supportive of writers—insecure or not—please join us. If you visit anyone’s blog and leave a comment it will be appreciated.

November 6 optional question: What's the strangest       thing you've ever Googled in researching your a story?


And as a writer, I can attest that yes…
I've Googled some strange stuff... 
And also some awful and sad stuff.
Like one time …
I was researching human trafficking of teens…
For a screenplay I was working on when…
WHOOP!
A porn site popped up! 
And a horrible one at that!
Then more and more and more!
So I shut my computer down…
And prayed it wasn't a virus...
I guess because I’ve seen too many movies and TV shows… 
And because I'm a writer...
This scenario popped up in my head:
A swat team breaks down my door and rushes in...
Then they drag me away…
All the while yelling at me I’m the lowest crud on earth.
And not too long ago…
I was doing research for one of my W.I.P's…
To see if the setting I was using…
Was the target of recent terrorist activity.
And then another scenario pops up in my head: 
Some kind of special ops squad…
Rushes in my house, blindfolds me and drags me away.
Next, I’m in some kind of room…
You know the kind…
Bare concrete walls and a metal table with two chairs…
I’m sitting in one chair…
My interrogator is in the other…
While other special government guys watch…
From behind a mirror that’s really a window.
“So,” the interrogator says…
"We’ve been watching you…
And your history of Google searches is disturbing.”
“But, but—I’m a writer…
All I was doing is research. That’s all! I swear!!”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say. Not buying it.”
“Do I at least get to make a phone call?” I whimper like a wussy baby.
“Not in this scenario. Take her away!”
So?
What the strangest thing you've ever researched? 
Ever wonder if someone’s monitoring your computer? 

Always,
Em-Musing


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