Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Excuse me?

I'm sitting here trying to think of a good post, and my brain is doing this:

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

See, it's on a different wavelength. I was trying to force it to recount in a clever and entertaining way the time a boy slapped my butt when I was in ninth grade and I was so shocked I couldn't even react, much less give him the severe telling off I had always thought I would whip out in such a circumstance.

Instead, my brain keeps trying to change the channel. "The infirmary! You need to describe what the doctor looks like! And you can interject this funny aside as a break from all of the seriousness going on! Do it! Write it! Ignore your blog! Get back to Paranormalcy! NOW!"

The perils of an obsessive personality type, I suppose. But Paranormalcy? I freaking love this manuscript.

22 comments:

Never Settle said...

Regarding the telling off after being smacked on the back side:

I was out dancing with a friend a few weeks ago (I go with her because she shares my NON-desire to hook up with random strangers who have had too much to drink and feel they can grope you in whatever vulgar manner they please). We're getting our groove on (independently in the same general area) and I feel a smack on my backside! I have never been in any kind of a fight nor do I have a goal to change that, but for some reason I turned around with my hand raised ready to return a smack to my assailant!! There was a couple dancing right behind me. Hmmm... I thought, lowering my hand. Talk about assumptions! I looked at the guy and told him to keep his hands to himself or I was gonna knock his block off (but in a very sweet way) and he looked back at me with this incredulous look of shock! "It was NOT me!" he exclaimed as he pointed to his girlfriend. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry. It WAS me." So there I stood, caught completely off guard, not knowing what to say. I shook my head at this tidbit of information, shocked... wishing I could change the channel and get it out of my mind. :o) Can someone tell me what happened to that darned clicker?

BBJD said...

"I was so shocked I couldn't even react, much less give him the severe telling off I had always thought I would whip out in such a circumstance."

Isn't that the way? We plan and rehearse over and over again how to behave in any given situation, only to find out when the time comes our well-rehearsed behavior never even comes to surface. Why?

Maybe it's because, in our hearts, we don't believe those things will ever really happen to us. Maybe not. But it happens to me a lot.

It sounds like you're putting a lot of energy and feeling into your writing. Good. That means it will always be there for the Reader to tap into.

Good luck with the "Z's".

Bevie

BBJD said...

Never Settle I'm sorry, but that's so funny. Forgive me for laughing.

sraasch said...

Never Settle: That WAS funny. Put that in a story someday!

Kiersten: Movie-watching always gets my brain back on track.

Kiersten said...

Umm, yeah, NS, sorry, but that's AWESOME. It reminds me of the time my sweet sister-in-law was walking out to get in the van. She felt someone slap her in the bum, so turned around and yelled, "TIMMY!" Timmy is her husband. However, she didn't find Timmy behind her, she found Timmy's sister.

So. Funny.

lotusgirl said...

Why is it that guys like to swat girls' rumps? I never really go that one, but I had an interesting experience with that too. It had a rather more violent end than yours did. I was also too shocked to do anything about it, but I have these 4 older brothers, see, and they can beat me up all the like, but the second someone else gives it a try... Um. Let's just say it wasn't pretty and broken bones were involved--well, at least one. Scary, huh?

Needless to say, no one even thought once about touching me again. Those older brothers are annoying, but they sure come in handy sometimes.

JR's Thumbprints said...

A smack on the ass deserves a smack on the face. A cheek for a cheek I guess you could say.

Kiersten said...

I'm going to let the profanity slide because the end of that comment made me laugh ; )

Kasie West said...

I've never been slapped by a stranger. But I can imagine how both shocked and infuriated I'd be.

And Kiersten, I'm sorry that you're so brilliant that you can't stop writing. Poor you. LOL

Kiersten said...

Lotus--oh, man. Glad I only had a baby brother and lots of sisters.

Kasie, thank you for your sympathy. It means a lot to me, really ; )

Stephanie Perkins said...

Oh man. Ninth grade boys are HORRID. HORRID HORRID HORRID!

Thanks for commenting on my blog today. I LOVE yours too! Very very funny.

(Yay for funny!)

sraasch said...

Um, Kiersten..."my sweet sister-in-law"..."she found Timmy's sister"...am I to believe you were the slapper? lol

Kiersten said...

Stephanie! Everyone, go to Stephanie's blog RIGHT NOW. She has the BEST "I just got an agent" announcement I've ever seen.

So awesome.

And Sara, ha! No. I wish. It was actually my husband's sister, as Timmy is my husband's brother.

Renee Collins said...

I am going to unabashedly say that I am a butt slapper. It's true.

Usually not strangers . . . but you never know. The day may come.

Kiersten said...

Wait...Renee, were you in a dance club the other week? NS, I think the mystery is solved.

Whirlochre said...

In an ideal universe, a butt worth slapping and paranormal powers ought to be part of the same genetic bundle.

Kiersten said...

Alas, I have neither.

But I can write about them.

Lindsay Price said...

You know I want to write about how my brain does the exact same thing, how I too sit in front of a blog post and my brain just is too busy with other things....but for some reason all I can think about is butt slapping. :)

Kiersten said...

Apparently it's a wildly popular theme, Lindsay.

Sarah Laurenson said...

You go, girl! You write, you rock!

Megs said...

I really can't tell you how excited I am for this one; even just the snippets you've shared have me hooked and thinking about it quite often. I'm not even the one writing it! So, obsession excused. Go write another chapter or two.

Stephanie Perkins said...

Aw, shucks. You're makin' me blush.

Thanks :)