So I’m 32 weeks pregnant, and I’m really tired of literally peeing in a cup….however, for the sake of some of our more squeamish readers (and Crystal) I’m going to use it as a (somewhat disgusting) metaphor.
This morning I had to pee in a cup. This morning, I’d also slept for the first time in over a month. So…my bladder was quite full. Needless to say ‘hitting the target’ and ‘not overflowing’ were key obstacles. (I’m going to put the very necessary visual of HANDWASHING out right here, so y’all have it in your heads before this gets too icky.)
I’m finding the same thing lately with my inspiration. It tends to build up when I’m not paying attention, until I’m full beyond the point of ‘normal’. And then, when I sit down to work with it…whatever vessel (story) I’m trying to put it into is almost not big enough to take it. Or I don’t have enough time! But the ideas keep going, and it all comes out…
Only to be flushed down the drain.
I’m a little afraid of that right now. That all these brilliant ideas are swirling around the toilet bowl, on their way to idea-septic. Gone forever.
On the other hand, maybe they’re just as valuable as the pee I flushed…not really worth keeping around anyway 
Yes, folks, this is the glamourous life of a (pregnant) writer. Wake up, pee in a cup, and find some metaphorical way to rant about it so it relates to my work.
January 26th, 2008 at 1:12 am
Only you, hon. Only you.
January 28th, 2008 at 5:18 pm
LOL! This had me rolling. It’s been a long time since I was pregnant and I forgot how annyong peeing in a cup is!