Shut Up Brain

Brains are dumb.

I was trying to sleep. I was comfy. The fan was generating white noise. All was well.

Brain says, “This would be a great title for a book.”

Yes. Yes it would be. I tuck the title away to develop later when I’m not attempting to enter the hallowed halls of rest.

“And think of how the cover would look!”

Indeed, that is a badass cover that would grab my attention. Again, I tuck the thought away.

“But what would it be about?”

Shut up, brain. I’m trying to sleep.

“Oh, you could start like this!” And then brain decides to ramble on and on about this story when I already have so many stories and it’s, you, know, past midnight by now.

Brain, shut up.

“Oh, and book two will have this title! And book three? Wouldn’t it make sense if…”

Brain. Why you do this to me?

And indeed, as I lay there attempting to get my sleep on, my brain outlines a four-book series.

Oh, but my brain wasn’t done hating me. The next morning, I tried to harvest the rich ideas. I wrote down the title of the first book—I still had that, as well as a vivid image of the cover—And then started outlining… um… mostly mush.

That’s right. My brain kept me up babbling, but then decided I didn’t need to remember any of it.

Brain. I have half a mind to take you out of my skull and shake my finger at you.

Of course, I really don’t need more ideas. I know what the next school year will look like for writing—or at least, what the plan is. I’m full up for writing.

And it’s not like I can take extra time to write now. I’m running this Kickstarter (which you should go visit), and then there will be polishing of that manuscript!

Brain, sleep when you should sleep. Work when you should work.

Not… whatever this was.