Okay, I admit I've been in a mood lately.  I am writing something and it is not only fiction, but, it is way more violent than  anything I've ever done before.  Sure, it could be years of repressed rage seeping like mucus out of my dilapidated brain.  Still it is hard to separate me from it while I'm working.

Working, that's the first thing I'm wondering about.  I seem to have an easier time in a lot of circumstances when I write just by the luck of having a bizzare life to write about.  I do think it counts as work and even deserves a soupcon of respect.  However, if I describe what I'm doing as work people tend to laugh like this stuff is a piece of cake.  So, is it funny when I say that my writing is work even though as yet I have made no money from it?

There is this joke too, see if you think it is funny or is it offensive?  A very stupid girl develops a mighty itch in her underpants and she is told by her friends to see a gynecologist.  Finally she makes the appointment and when she goes in for the exam the doctor takes one look and tells her that she has acute vaginitis.  She looks at him with disbelief and says, "thanks for the compliment but that doesn't tell me why it itches so much"

There are a lot of things I wonder about, like;  Why do we have condoms but no prodoms?  Why do we go forth but not back third?  If I am searching for something, find it, lose it again and start over is that research?   Words get me confused too.  Take union and onion,those two  drive me nuts.  Even that phrase, drive me nuts is a tough one.  Do you have to remove them to drive them or can you just toss them into the back seat?

Anyway, keep your eye peeled, your nose to the grindstone and back to the wall.  Don't miss the next thrilling chapter of my serial killer serial it goes great with cereal.