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Urgh

The Ideas Toad is squatting in my brainpan, like some ancient evil god in the primordial soup of creation. It’s a giant stale turd and it leers at me, stinking, resolutely refuses to capitulate and coalesce into a well formed thought.
All I’m getting is men in black longcoats and stovepipe hats and the texture of old paper and rotten lace.
This is no way to prepare for Wednesday.

I’ve had all day now and I can’t shift that damnable toad.
I know I want to do something gothic but as to what… Well I wish I knew.
No sci-fi though, just magic-light or mundane.

For some reason my mind keeps popping back to Peter and The Wolf but with a tense, sexy atmosphere to it.
But not that at all.

Everyone on the script frenzy message boards seems to be doing Demons or Buffy again, or CSI rewrites. Not for me.

I’m thinking more Neverwhere and Carnivale and Dark City.
But not that at all.

Heck, who am I kidding, no one’s going to read the damn thing, it’s just practice after all.

Perhaps an early night and a morning brainstorm will sort out the headmeats.