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Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of Tosh...

Writing Wadding
Favorite New Word

Tosh n. Chiefly British Definition: Foolish nonsense.

Oh, those ingenious Britains; first, Monty Python, then the Spice Girls, then Harry Potter, and now TOSH! I just like saying it: tosh, tosh, tosh. Sounds like an elegant, uppity scolding. Or a great new flavor of ice cream. A double scoop of Tosh on a sugar cone, please. It's for here. I'll be eating it while I read the Big Book of British Smiles.

For All Those Brainstorms That Get Washed Down The Drain

Lather, rinse, repeat. Soap up and scrub. Shave the legs.

And, if you're anything like me, I lather, rinse, and repeat again because I forgot I did it in the first place. Writing until 1:30 am fries the memory circuits faster than a sausage patty at the Waffle House. However, there is something miraculous about being pelted with water in a small fiberglass enclosure that causes the right brain to go into creative commando mode.

Right in between lather and rinse, you suddenly turn phrases that would make Shakespeare throw down his quill in anger and reverence. Whoa! I'm too awesome for myself, I say, as I do a little bubbly victory dance. I hurry through my rinse and decide to toss the 'repeat' portion of the shampoo procedure aside with abandon. As I dash on a robe and grab a pen to inscribe these bons mots for the awe of future generations, I'm acutely aware that somewhere between leaving the shower and reaching my notepad on the bedstand, my IQ has plunged to that of Charlie before the surgery in Flowers For Algernon. Gah.

Enter The Solution. I'm going to try this: the Innovative Dive Slate. Scuba gear! Duh! And it's five bucks, for crying out loud. I spend that much on my daily caffeine fix, which is for the purpose of knocking about my right brain's Muse to produce these literary astonishments. And when the Muse is dishin' them out like a waitress at Frisch's, you better take notes, no matter where you are.

I'll let you know how it works.


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Me So Kooky For Cartoons

I've always loved reading newspaper comics. When I was 12, I got my own paper route just so I could get to the comics first before any one else.

In high school, I created a mock up of my own comic strip, called 'The Canard' (Really don't know where that came from. I was fifteen and bored while sitting through Chaucer's 'Canterbury Tales' in English class.) I even thought I might be a comic strip artist one day. A lack of patience for drawing the same thing over and over again stilled that ambition. But I still love to read 'em, so when I came across this comic geared just for the web, well, I fell for it. It's the newest addition to my blog. Hope you like it!

My Official Word Count On The Novel For Today: 213. Yikes. Still trying to finish up those other projects. You know, the ones that pay actual money? That I could use more of?

Digging in the couch for spare change while happily repeating the word 'tosh',
Wired Writer

posted by A.M.Adams @ 8/22/2005 08:17:00 PM