On Monday, Kari Lynn Dell blogged about writer's brain: you know, when your brain is so busy thinking about characters and story arcs that it shuts down all other non-essential functions (like the ones that would help you not mail random un-stamped, un-addressed pieces of paper just because you happen to be in front of a mailbox). Well, here's my writer's brain story.
A while ago, I boiled a batch of eggs for a recipe, and also to have on hand in the fridge for snacking. In order to save space, I put the hard-boiled eggs back in the egg carton, but I cleverly labeled each shell "HB" with a permanent marker to avoid confusion.
Yesterday I was running late for my evening writing class. I was thinking about the story I'd just revised that I was going to hand in, and also was pondering some related story themes. I was also hungry. So I reached into my fridge, opened the egg carton, carefully removed a non-markered egg (I wanted the cooked ones, after all), cracked it against a stool next to the garbage can in the kitchen, and was genuinely surprised when it collapsed dramatically upon cracking and then started to leak a clear liquid.
Right. "HB" for hard-boiled. Those were the eggs to take, not to avoid.
On the bright side, at least I didn't decide to just toss the egg in my purse to eat in class, like I did (with a fully-cooked one) last week!
Let's hope my condition doesn't become life-threatening.
WHAT DUMB THINGS HAVE YOU DONE WITH WRITING ON THE BRAIN?