Brain Monkey

So, lately, I have been talking about brain monkeys on twitter. What am I talking about? What are brain monkeys? Well, let me explain…

One of my writer friends stated that her inspiration was, in part, determined by the monkeys residing in her brain. Sometimes they gave her great inspiration other times they threw poo…

Well, recently I have had my own experiences with these alleged brain monkeys. I have been awakened, through the night, with the monkeys screaming a piece of inspiration at me. If I ignore them they scream louder, keeping me awake; so I saté them by getting up and writing down the tidbit they offer. The problem is that when I return to that tidbit they throw poo at me and what I get out is a mess.

It seems as though they purposely choose the most inopportune times to give anything of worth, while asleep, in the shower, while driving, or while at work. Other times they throw poo and run around in my head till I give up and do something else. Then as if mad that I didn’t pay attention to them, they get me another tidbit of good stuff; I return to write it and they go wild again. …evil little monsters!

This is the war of the ages, the battle for our thoughts. We, writers, fight the brain monkeys so that you don’t have to. Well, that’s all I’ve got for now ’cause they are throwing poo at me again…sigh…

P.S. Just a little word to the wise: Brain monkeys are contagious and transmittable by any writer to another without ever coming in contact with them.

Evil Monkeys