random thought

I'm trying, really trying, to write.

I love writing. I love telling stories. But I just can't seem to get the words out of my brain, down my fingers, and on to the screen.

There's this one idea that is bugging me, driving me to distraction. I think it's a good idea but I just can't run with it. There has to be a good post in the idea, there has to be a good story in the idea. But, try as I might, I can't get a decent handle on it. I can't find the way to start, can't find a middle, can't find an end. Actually, now I've written that, I've realised it might not be a good idea at all.

However, I'll give you the idea, feel free to run with it, write a comment, write a post, or just nod wisely and ignore the whole thing altogether:

Pluto.

Seriously, what was the thinking behind Pluto? And, more importantly, how screwed up must Pluto be? It isn't the fact that his owner is a mouse. That isn't the real problem facing Pluto. The main problem in Pluto's life, his grasp of reality, his sense of worth, has got to be Goofy! As if it wasn't bad enough being the only non-talking animal in a world populated by talking animals, there's a fucking talking dog!

Maybe I haven't had enough sleep yet but this is really bugging the bejaysus out of me.

Comments

[(S)wine]

feck, and here i thought initially you meant the "planet" (now demoted, of course). but still...i couldn't tell you what the thinking behind Pluto the rock in space was, either.