New person smell

I bought a new deodorant today, and every time I move, I keep wondering what that smell is.  It’s like I’m being followed by a very quiet, flowery girl.  I keep thinking that I’ll turn around and see her standing behind my bookcases laughing at me.

This is even worse than the times I change glasses and freak out whenever I pass by a mirror. 

Sent off another story yesterday, and just as quickly got another idea for a new one.  I’m starting to think that the strange paranoia I have about never having another writing idea only comes about when I’m being my most lethargic.   Work begets more work, stasis begets paranoia.  Neither are really all that comforting when I really think about it.

Whateves, at least the work is fun.

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