Rabbit holes

I need to know things. Or, at least, that's what I tell myself when I hippity-hoppity down another rabbit hole. Okay. I swan dive. 

Hands together. Big jump.

Immersion.

I do this for a few reasons. 

1.  I was born this way. Maybe it's the ADHD. Maybe it's the Aquarian. Maybe it's the INFJ. But it's always me.

2.  I will always, ALWAYS, use information I found in another book, if I don't use it in the one I currently write.

3.  My grey matter insists on knowledge. I want to KNOW.

There are so many facts at our fingertips that it can be overwhelming. That's when I know I need to ease myself out of the hole, slowly, and back up like I'm tip-toeing through landmines. Because one more tiny piece of information, and I'm gone again.

It's incredibly easy to be snatched up. Can't even remember exactly what I looked up yesterday, but I'm reading it, while my hand covered my mouth, and my eyes were saucers. It's engrossing. 

And everything is related to everything.

And while that's a broad statement and arguably arguable...I stand by it.

That's the damn Internet bread crumbs I follow where one search begets another begets another and so on and so forth. I try to stop before I arrive at the edible candy house.

I looked up Modresnact for reasons. It's my Grandma Bell's birthday. I loved her completely. And it fit wonderfully into my story. It was about three rabbit holes in. 

Trust yourself, but also? Dig deep. You never know what may be hiding in the next rabbit hole over.

🐇🐰

Making plans is good (for other people).

I'll admit it. Sometimes, in an optimistic moment, I attempt to make plans. I was supposed to be in Sapulpa today for an author's showcase at the library there. 

My arm, newest pain friend, vetoed that. 

I do, however, have an orthopedist referral.

woot

Then, because I discount life and its horrible fucking jokes on the regular, I thought I could finish "Canary: Out of the Shadows" by yesterday.

I only had ONE MORE BIG SCENE to write. Right?

DEEP BREATH

Firstly, I am a dumbass. Four/five weeks ago, it sounded completely doable. That's when I wrote the date in my planner. Life always lifes, folks.

Secondly, I assumed (bad, bad Crystal) that writing said scene would be fairly simple. No. Idiot. It's a hoedown showdown of monumental proportions with over half a dozen beings going at it. I need cinematography in my wee brain. Then I can jot. It will unfold like that for me. 

At least, that's the usual and what I'm REALLY REALLY hoping happens.

Thirdly, this next week? 😑

I pick up my sister from the airport Tuesday. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday...I have appts. Thursday, I have two. And then I exhale, and it's Thanksgiving.

🤨

Exsqueeze me? Baking powder?

Thank the Lord that it's not THIS WEEK.

I keep thinking that something will slow down. You know, except my body. I am sadly mistaken every damn time.

But after Thanksgiving, I think there will be a slight lull (am I gaslighting myself? I'm gaslighting myself, aren't I???) until Christmas.

Ah, well. It is what it is.

Googlings for today:

orb weaver

Darwin's bark spiders

mythology of the Phoenix

villain origin story of banshees

tendrils of death

brinicle

Nyx's completely scary ass children

Have a good weekend!