Writing, writing, writing

OMG help.

I'm thinking about synchronicity, and the power of words, and sympathetic magic, and the myriad ramifications of showing rather than telling, and fringe society, and unspoken rules, and hinting at backstory, and social anxiety, and the reasons people use drugs, and runaway character tropes, and an elf with a messiah complex, and emotional artists, and pretty girls with inadequacy issues, and lucid dreaming, and costumes, and symbols, and ambiguous endings to avoid the consequences of wish-fulfillment, and how boys are visually oriented, and how to think in music, and sibling relationships, and boys and their incomprehensible philosophy mentors, and manners, and body language, and perspective, and poetry, and outcasts among outcasts, and, and, and!

There's no way I can get this all down before it vanishes. I'm terrified, elated because I think it might actually work, but absolutely terrified. My brain is going to explode.

Maybe if I take a nap?

Whew!

Good gracious that was odd. Sorry for that extremely frenzied post a little while ago. I don't know what the hell happened to me. Temporary insanity? Too many bad drugs in my youth? I swear, my thoughts were darting around every which way all at once, thinking themselves almost, and trying to follow just one of them felt as impossible as tracking one tiny, silver fish as it swam in a school of thousands. So weird.

Typing helped a bit, don't ask me why, but my thoughts didn't start to slow down until the rain poured down outside. Huh, maybe it was all the electricity in the air or something?