In which I don't manage to fix a hole where the rain comes in

I thought I had something interesting to say about writing, but I've long since forgotten what it is. Been doing my homework for a professional development course, and lots of the things I was thinking about before I started that leaked out of my mind. Things do that more than occasionally. Read some Tamora Pierce today as a break from the homework. This one was a bit heavy-handed. Will probably get the rest of the series out, though. Again, it's this feeling that if I can only get something down, it will be worth sending out. I just need to stay away from the negative critic in the head.

Wish I could blog about some stuff at work. But I can't, so 'nuff said there. I'm mostly just putting this in as a "get it off my mind" kind of checklist.

Well, I'm chipping away at the storyline/treatment. Slowly. Nowhere near fast enough. But I've got enough to start with, anyway.

Hypothetical question of the day: So, if you were an ancient greek god living in the modern world, where would you live and what would you do? I rather decided that Zeus/Jupiter became Bill Clinton. Think about it.... And can't you see Hera/Juno as Hillary?? Eros/Cupid and his mom Aphrodite/Venus run a singles bar in Georgetown, complete with dartboard and some very fancy drinks. Athena/Minerva would be a substitute teacher, moving from school to school spreading wisdom. Not sure what Posiedon/Neptune would do. I don't really see him as getting a job as a dolphin trainer at SeaWorld, but you never know...

Blankity blank blank. That's my mind. Bl....a....nk....i...ty Bl....a....n....k. That's my mind on too much work and too little sleep.

But we perservere. Or persever. Or purse sever. Or something. Made some noodles last night. The instructions told me to "put the soup packet into a pun and stir." Couldn't think of a good pun just then. Then later, I realized the problem. My puns tend to be rather kooky, and too many kooks spoil the soup. Yes, ok, it's lame. But no one has declared lame puns unconstitutional. Yet. I'm sure they will get around to it eventually.

And yes, I mostly told that just to pass time and keep the clickity clack of the keys going. But hey, if they can write a book called click clack quack.... You never know what clickity clack might lead to!

So, if you could be a ghost, who would you be the ghost of? If you could write questions for college essays, how much would they pay you?

It's amazing how little one can say in a lot of space if one tries hard enough....
Ok, so, is there anything writing related I can drag my thoughts back to? I wish I could remember the brilliant thought I had earlier. I really do.