Words and Cheerios
Apr. 9th, 2005 10:27 amMore movement on The Novel Which Will Not Be Named
I also whacked a 9000 word short story down to 6400 words. I feel good. Much better than I did earlier that day when I had what will now be forever known as A Cheerios Moment.
With real Cheerios.
I just wanted breakfast. Just a bowl of Cheerios. That's all. I poured the round bits of baked oats into a bowl, I started to put down the cereal box and turn to the fridge to retrieve the milk, because I don't bring out the milk until I need it. I'm apt to knock things over if they are not in my immediate line of sight. I got distracted. (Can you see where this is heading?) I placed the box of cereal on the counter. Except I missed the counter and hit the lip of the cereal bowl. Cheerios went flying all across the kitchen. The Reverend Selena came into the kitchen to see what was the matter, looked at the cereal all over the kitchen floor, and gave me a look as if to ask if this was for her. (Note: Cheerios slide across the linoleum quite well when batted by the cat.)
At first I was upset. I just wanted a stupid bowl of cereal. But in retrospect, no one got hurt, the situation wasn't as bad as it could have been (I hadn't poured the milk in the bowl yet) and really, on some levels, it was a thing of chaotic beauty (
careswen helped me come to that conclusion). So from now on, anytime an absurd, chaotic, unavoidable, yet strangely beautiful accident happens, and as long as no one was injured, it will be A Cheerios Moment.
That is all.
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I also whacked a 9000 word short story down to 6400 words. I feel good. Much better than I did earlier that day when I had what will now be forever known as A Cheerios Moment.
With real Cheerios.
I just wanted breakfast. Just a bowl of Cheerios. That's all. I poured the round bits of baked oats into a bowl, I started to put down the cereal box and turn to the fridge to retrieve the milk, because I don't bring out the milk until I need it. I'm apt to knock things over if they are not in my immediate line of sight. I got distracted. (Can you see where this is heading?) I placed the box of cereal on the counter. Except I missed the counter and hit the lip of the cereal bowl. Cheerios went flying all across the kitchen. The Reverend Selena came into the kitchen to see what was the matter, looked at the cereal all over the kitchen floor, and gave me a look as if to ask if this was for her. (Note: Cheerios slide across the linoleum quite well when batted by the cat.)
At first I was upset. I just wanted a stupid bowl of cereal. But in retrospect, no one got hurt, the situation wasn't as bad as it could have been (I hadn't poured the milk in the bowl yet) and really, on some levels, it was a thing of chaotic beauty (
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That is all.
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