RT = Random Thoughts
I figured since I’m probably not going to let this formula go, I should streamline the workflow instead of saying, “Random Thoughts”, “More Random Thoughts”, “Still More Random Thoughts”, “Attack of the Random Thoughts”, “Random Thoughts and the Artichokes of Doom”… You get the idea. This rather timeline ambiguous naming convention could go on and on. So, RT it is. You’ll thank me for it.
Why, oh why, did I buff and clear varnish my nails BEFORE cleaning the oven?
Why am I always so shit at drawing ink into a fountain pen? I should really get a handle on this.
Why must the crotch-rocket motorcycle dipshits several houses down test their vehicle alarm systems so regularly? Like several times per evening. And really, where do they keep going that they only stay for a few minutes before revving around the neighbourhood and arriving home again? Are they THAT forgetful or what? (I’m SO looking forward to one day being a very nosy, ‘you-kids-get-off-my-lawn’ shouting old lady.)
It’s been a day of questions. Now, I’m back out to the balcony to write some more. Twelve pages done already this evening – want to see how far I can push my attention span.