My body is doing everything it can to tell me it’s time to close down for a holiday and I’m considering myself lucky that we’ve only got one week of school left… Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure that this is a time of the year/exhaustion thing. My brain often goes into an unforeseen meltdown.
I still chuckle when I use ‘bear’ or ‘bare’ thanks to Calistro’s question a while back. And I seem to remember Spiral’s confession that she hadn’t noticed having characters called ‘Kit’ and ‘Kat’ in her wip. (Hope I’m not misquoting too horribly – for non UK folk Kit e Kat is a brand of cat food.)
In my opening scenes, my main character has come home for her father’s funeral. She has sat away from her mother and sister at the back of the church. In front of her is a pillar and she sees her sister only very briefly as she stands to deliver a poem to the congregation. My brain knew what I wanted to say … it trawled through its choice of words … and well, it came reasonably close:
‘“When Pa learned of his illness,” her disembowelled voice filled the church through the microphone …’ Really, it took me quite some minutes to work out that I wanted a ‘disembodied’ voice and most certainly not the mess of a ‘disembowelled’ one. That would've made for an entirely different genre...
Today’s subject then is some light relief. Come on… whack ‘em out of the table: it’s time to ‘fess up to those funnies.