My brain is mush at the moment. I’m just not firing on all cylinders — two snags short of a barbie, as we’d say here in New Zealand. (Snags being sausages, and barbie being a barbeque, just in case you were wondering.)
I can’t even think of the correct words for common, everyday things! I know what I want to say, but all that comes out is stuff like this:
“We have to get that thing done.”
“What are you talking about, Mom?”
“You know what I mean. That thing you do when you’ve taken photos on a camera that isn’t digital.”
“You mean develop the photos?”
“Yeah. That’s what I mean. Develop the photos.”
“What photos?”
“The ones on those thingies I gave you to take on your trip thingy.”
“You mean the disposable cameras I took to Japan?”
“Yep. Them’s the ones.”
Tragic.
Anyway, it’s the mushy brain which has led to this week’s Writers Gone Wild post. Because, earlier on today, I came up with a brilliant idea for a post. A topic that would be interesting and insightful and thought-provoking. A topic I could be quite proud of. Go me! And….
And you can find out what went horribly wrong over at Writers Gone Wild.
;-)
M


