This is what happens when I hold a conversation with myself in my head. Read it and then guess which side is the more optimistic/creative side and which is the more worried/sarcastic side. My brain is a weird mixture of the two...
Ok. Focus. I need to write a blog post...I'm thinking...
Way to go.
Don't be sarcastic.
How do you know I was being sarcastic?
*rolls eyes* I could hear it in your voice.
Whoa! You can hear me??
What do I sound like?
Like me talking to myself.
Oh...right. 'Cause I AM you talking to yourself. That makes sense.
This just got really weird.
It wasn't weird already?
You have a point.
No, actually that's pretty rare.
Ouch. Burn. Like you make points all the time! *snorts*
More often then you do.
Wait...how can one side of a brain make points more often than the other side??
(evasively) Oh...it happens.
Whatever. *rolls eyes*
You know, originally I started thinking so I could come up with a blog post...then you interrupted me.
You're welcome. *smirk*
I wasn't thanking you! I actually need to get it figured out!
(sweetly) Do you need my help?
*dark glower* No, I can do it just fine be myself. Just be quiet for once.
Fine. If ye want it that way, I'll shut me trap.
WHY DO YOU HAVE AN IRISH ACCENT????
I dinna ken lass! Noo, I canna stop if ye keep askin' questions. So if ye really want me to stop...ye should stop askin' questions.
GAAAAHHH! NOW YOU'RE TALKING INA SCOTTISH ACCENT!!!.......AND YOU SOUND LIKE A GUY!?!?!?! WHY????
Yer still askin' quaetions.
*breathes deeply* Are you back to normal yet?
I'm afraid not old chap. I've got a bit of a British accent now. Have some tea?
ARGHH!! Wait... TEA?? How did you get tea in here??
I...I'm not actually sure how that happened. *shrugs* I guess it came along with the British accent. Huh. Weird.
Hey, you're back to normal!
Whoop-de-doo, so I am!
Maybe I can FINALLY get this blog post done now.
Ye don't have to wait fer me to get back to normal ye know. The blog post can happen whenever ye want it too. I don't think our followers are THAT desperate to hear from you...no offense.
*face-palm* You're talking in an Irish accent again. And yes, I think they ARE desperate to hear from me. Otherwise they'll think I'm dead...or something else equally bad.
Hmm...they didn't strike ME as people who would think you were dead if you failed to post at least once a week. Don't you think you're being a LITTLE overly concerned about this whole blog post thing? Why don't you take a deep breath, relax, and write a chapter in your book instead?
To be honest, I just don't feel like writing in my book right now.
Then...a poem! You could write a poem!
A song? What about a song?
That would require a poem.
Oh. Right. Uh......hmm.
Exactly. This is the reason I thought I would try a blog post.
You are so boring.
That was not meant as a compliment!!
I know. I was being sarcastic.
Why can't you just write whatever happens to be on your mind?
Like this conversation?
Yeah! Why not?
Who would want to read it?
Everyone. I'm hilarious.
You are NOT!
Ok, so if we're posting this, let's not argue the whole time.
Fine. *rolls eyes*
(gleefully) Then you're going to post it??
*sighs* I guess so. Nothing else comes to mind.
I bet they're going to love it!
Or not. Consider all the possibilities.
WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ARGUING??!?!?
Whoops. Sorry, I forgot.
Quick, click publish before anything else happens!
Is our conversation over?
It would be if you stopped asking questions. Click "publish".
Stop telling me what to do.
Ok, ok. Just push it...whenever you're ready, of course.
Right, right. I'm clicking it. Sheesh.