This morning’s writing has been interrupted by indecision.
I’m usually a pretty decisive person, rarely unable to quickly make up my mind. At least about important things.
But this morning I found myself snatching and discarding possibilities faster than a five-year-old in a candy store with only a dollar to spend. All because I need to define a new character in a script I’m writing.
I’ll admit that for a moment I was tempted to blame my inability on my old friends, the Jupiterians. Those rambunctious, mischievous little critters adore playing pranks, and I am their favorite target. But then I came to my senses and realized that the only way they could manage this particular prank would be to get inside my head.
They’re wily, but not that wily.
I might as well accept it, the fault is all my own. Maybe I should-
What was that? Did I just hear giggles?
I wonder if I should worry.