photo of bird on picnic table.
Sparrow: Condiments…… check.
Napkins…… check
Picnic Table…… Check
So where is the grub, bub? 
Photographer: “click” 
Conversation held a Pass-A-Grille Beach near St. Petersburg, Florida. Copyright by WyoJones. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

When I was a little girl, growing up in a very small town in Wyoming, there are things you learn. Like what the phrase, “priming the pump” means. Just in case you don’t know, it means putting water down the line of a water pump to get the water flowing. Now I’ll freely admit that I don’t know the theory behind priming a pump. It all seems kind of counterintuitive to me, putting water INto a water line so that water will start flowing out. Who even thought of that?

And why am I writing about it under a picture with a cute little bird on a picnic table?

I will attempt to connect the dots, but no promises. If you read last week’s post, then you know I got the flu and well, when you get the flu it sort of fixes your brain ON the flu, rather than all the other things you’d rather be thinking about. So the bird is kind of my captive audience. I mean, he/she looks like she/he is listening, doesn’t he/she? Which kind of helps me prime my pump, or my brain, so that actual thinking can begin to occur in there again. Cuz my brain has been more like this in there:

photo of donkey
“Nothing to see here. Just move along.” (A painted donkey walks across a rain soaked field in Wapiti Valley, Wyoming.)
Copyright by WyoJones. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

Sometimes you just have to start writing, even random, well, crap can get the words flowing again.

I really want/need words to start flowing again. I have stories all bottled up in their behind the flu-induced log jam, enough build up to make my head ache.

Both books I’m working on are kind of mixing it up, duking it out for first place out of the chute. And yes, I’m mixing my metaphors. That’s what flu brain does to you (no comment on my mixed metaphors w/o flu in the mix). And look at that. From blank page to 315, make that three hundred-plus words!

And that is how you prime the brain-pump, my friends. Now you’d better stand back cuz some ideas might just tumble—oh yeah. There it goes. Words! Glorious words. Okay, not so glorious, but WORDS!

Blink, blink.

Wow, what a mess. It’s going to take me a bit to sort through this rubble. Now where did that plot piece come from? It’s not in either book. Really, brain, you’re seriously out of control.

Blink, Blink.

Ahem, I almost forgot I was still blogging. Right, so this is the point where I’m supposed to do a neat wrap up of my topic. [Kicks random piece of conversation out of sight] So, have you ever primed an actual pump? Or your brain? Talked to a bird because no one else wanted to hear your sad recital of flu symptoms? Or on another topic? If you need a good listener, seriously, that bird is your, er, bird. Very patient.

And I’m not a bad listener. I love comments and enter them into my monthly drawing for an AnaBanana gift basket ($25 value). I announce a winner the first blog post of the new month. 🙂

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Perilously yours,

Pauline

P.S. January has been so fun so far, I’m dreaming of TIME TRAVEL! That’s right, I’d like to skip ahead a bit, though OUT OF TIME is a bit cautionary tale. And heck of ride if you’re up for it. 🙂

cover art for Top Guns in Time & Space
Two award-winning books together!

And you can get OUT OF TIME together with THE KEY!

You Talking to Me?
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4 thoughts on “You Talking to Me?

  • January 12, 2015 at 8:48 am
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    Priming the pump involves fluid mechanics and physics. I helped my grandpa irrigate many fields when we were visiting his farm. Wow, that brings back some memories…
    I totally get the weird stream of consciousness thing. Happens to me all the time.
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    • January 12, 2015 at 2:07 pm
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      I had a feeling that priming involved math and science. LOL Funny how that is still the phrase that comes to mind when I focus on writing after a long break. LOL Yeah, there is much weirdness inside my head…

  • January 12, 2015 at 2:32 am
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    Oh yeah. Primed many pumps in my time. Water pumps, gas pumps …
    Glad to hear you’re on the mend.

    • January 12, 2015 at 2:06 pm
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      Glad to hear I’m not the only one who knows this, er, stuff. LOL Thanks, my friend!

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