Having just spent the day helping my mother grocery shop for hours and hours and hours, I finally boot up the laptop to check in on a Lego set I bought (Medieval Blacksmith so cool!!!) and see if it was shipped yet.
Me: Supposed to be here by Friday but currently in Texas...well, God be with it.
Brain: Isabel can't be Anima Mad.
Me: ...what?
Brain: Isabel can't be Anima Mad.
Me: First of all, we aren't even writing that novel yet because we're an idiot who wanted to show off and came up with two fucking timelines and also thought why not write a Vicky novel--
Brain: You kind of wrote some of it.
Me: Like fifty pages and--
Brain: Isabel can't be Anima Mad. The problem isn't what you are writing, the problem is what you already wrote.
Me: When did I say--
Brain: Maximus can't be Anima Mad. Isabel is a Maximus. Thus, Isabel can't be Anima Mad.
Me: So we know that yes there's more going on with dragons but that doesn't mean anima can't--
Brain: She can't be Anima Mad.
Me: When did I fucking write that then?
Brain: Glassbreaker Goes Home. When King Henry is talking to Old Man Price. It's just one line.
Me: *dawning realization* Son of a Bitch!
Brain: Better look it up, because I'm always right.
Me: You are not. Half the time you're just spouting stupid anxiety shit in the middle of the night about fucking typos.
Brain: We hate the typos!!!
Me: *look it up* Holy fuckballs!
Brain: Isabel can't be Anima Mad.
Me: Fine...Isabel can't be Anima Mad. Sort of. I don't quite have it all worked out, but it's complicated and we'll--
Brain: Well whatever it is, she can't be Anima Mad now.
Me: I fucking see that.
Brain: I bet you just wrote that because you thought it sounded cool, didn't you?
Me: *seething at past self*
Brain: It is cool...it's a cool paragraph and a cool moment. But...Isabel can't be Anima Mad.
Me: It's 4PM, I've been out all day, I'm probably covered in Rona except for the mask shaped hole around my mouth, my Lego still isn't here yet and I just want to watch some YouTube, leave me alone!
Brain: ...
Me: *staring at the paragraph* Stupid ass.
Brain: ...you should make a note.
Me: New writer chair so comfy...
Brain: You've already got it half figured out, but if you don't make a note you'll forget that you have to figure out the second half. Then you'll have a continuity error. All because you were too lazy to make a note. Actually, you should open up your writing laptop and find the correct file and then make a note on the file in the chapter where it will probably come up since--
Me: Paper note in my writer folder is all you get.
Brain: ...what if you forget it?
Me: You'll remember at some odd fucking hour out of the middle of nowhere, you weird fucking creature, won't you?!?!?
Brain: ...I do it because I love you!
Me: *make note* Happy?
Brain: You could make this into a funny blog post!
Maybe shes not the true maximus? Or maybe shes not truly mad but just regular ol crazy as frack either way release a book now please
ReplyDeleteMaybe shes not crazy from the mana but from changing the shape/structure of her brain. Or maybe shes crazy for normal human reasons.
ReplyDeleteMaybe her head is always (sort of) in two realms...
ReplyDeleteI like your reason the best shes not crazy just stuck in two separate dimensions
DeleteI can see how changing forms so often would be detrimental to ones mental health. Could actually be an interesting take on it - most superheroes etc never talk about it at all, but that loss of self would surely be disorienting.
ReplyDeleteBut mostly I just wanted to say that I was jealous of the Medieval Blacksmith lego. Expensive, but very cool.
Keep writing. Love your books.
My writer's brain usually yells at me (in a Scots accent for some reason) and calls me a "bluidy stupid eejit". And it is also why my manuscripts tend to be in 3 colors of ink, with numbered comments to "move this here" or "fix this."
ReplyDeleteAs for Isabel--- I blame all of the above reasons- plus "brain plasticity". I think her changes have squashed and stretched her brain- which can't be good.