It's summer, and that is a pony (Pinkiepie, to be exact). Normally, I'd be in her position partying and all...on my laptop...BUT THEN LIFE HAPPENS.
Okay, well, I don't mean life. What I mean is that every time I sit in front of the computer, I want to use my Woman-Multitasking Powers to - duh - multitask, but then my brain's like, "NOPE. YOU ARE GOING TO STARE AT THIS BRIGHT SCREEN UNTIL YOUR EYEBALLS BURST."
And I'm like, "NO! I am going to write a story because I know I have good ideas! [insert motivation here]"
Then my brain - oh, clever, clever brain - is like, "Oh, you want to write a story? That's fine. Here are a [brace yourself if you avoid crude language] shit-ton of ideas, so you just go on and put them all together!"
Meanwhile, I'm like, "IDEAS! SO MANY! MUST...TYPE THEM ALL...MAAAAHAHAHAEHGHARFOIDFGHJCFKLBHFJHLKJBH FXJDKF DJBSLJB!!!!!" and other such nonsensical terms.
In a more concise statement, I'm basically spitting an idea into my computer every few minutes, only to read over it and shake my head shamefully because I want to know the story all ready and I am impatient. BUT, of course, for those ideas, the story will come in time.
Normally, I'd ramble some more because I have an idea that I actually hope will work because it is ACTUALLY pretty funny and cohesive, but I'm not going to because - to put it without revealing anything - I have points A and C but not B. While I figure out Point B, though, here is a cabbage:
