Stabby Stabby Stabby...

So this morning I had to go to the allergist to find out if I'm truly allergic to lidocaine, which I need to know before I get some work done at the chamber of horrors -- er, I mean, dentist's office -- later this month. I knew it would be a long morning and considered bringing my laptop, but for whatever reason, decided against it.

Once I got there and realized how freaking boring it was going to be, I managed to trouble the office staff for some paper, a pen, and a clipboard. To my great surprise, it was actually a very productive morning. In between having my arm stabbed repeatedly, I wrote about 8 pages of notes, probably the most longhand I've done since...hell, I don't know. A long time.

The weird thing is that I was jotting down a rough sketch (mostly dialogue) of some scenes that I haven't had the motivation to write. I think I actually wrote three scenes all the way through, resolving some problems that have been nagging at me for eons.

So...maybe that's the cure. When I just can't get something squared away, I need to step away from the laptop, go to a new "place", and try it longhand. I guess you learn something new everyday.

I've also learned that they have KFC in Scotland. I knew they had McD's, but was unaware that the KFC fungus had spread that far. Random tidbit, but could be good to know.

And I learned that I'm not actually allergic to lidocaine.

It's been a good day.

That is all.