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Ideas are like a hairball in a shower drain. Or vomit. Or anything less disgusting you would prefer to think about that is a mixture of all kinds of stuff.
Like bubble-and-squeak, or a smoothie made from whatever’s been in your fridge for more than a week.

Every day, we’re bombarded with information. That’s what an idea is: it’s life, it’s the everyday objects, situations and ‘what if’s that get stuffed into a mind on a daily basis.

The brain will keep the bits it finds intriguing or it decides would be useful information for later. But there’s only so much room for things in a mind, so it’s going to connect some things to others, blending circumstances and jokes and feelings into a ball of mind-slush. This mind-slush whirls around the head, absorbing more and more of whatever it comes across and adds it to the mishmash already there.

The pressure builds and builds, coming closer and closer to the forefront of the mind until it takes up so much thought-space that you’re constantly thinking of it and purposely adding new stuff into the crazy, mixed-up monster of a thought in your mind. When the pressure becomes too much, it explodes, leading to the ah-ha! moment when all the puzzle pieces have been put together and the idea is cohesive enough to write down. 

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Laura wasn’t very good at …. well, she’d say anything, but she was well-known for being more than slightly on the pessimistic side of realist, and there was no doubt that everyone and their dog would be telling her at that point that there had to be *something* she was good at.

Like singing, she guessed.

Anyway, Laura was never very good at logic puzzles and finding patterns. But she found herself doing an IQ test nonetheless. The last time she had done an IQ test was in psychology class, but she didn’t think that one quite counted since they had very little time to do it. She couldn’t remember her score, anyway.

Why was she doing an IQ test on the internet? Well, it seemed to her that she was doing it just to make herself frustrated. Was this really the best use of her time?

Well, once something is started, there’s no point quitting just because it’s frustrating. Laura powered through and only started hitting skip when she got to 90% completed. She could no longer see any patterns in the pictures in front of her, and there was no point guessing.

She hit send to see her results, let the program log into and post to her Facebook account and …

Pay for your report? She couldn’t even see her damn score? Laura sadly closed the window.

Definite waste of Laura’s life. Time she’ll never get back.
Tests
This is an experiment, of sorts. I'm writing about mundane, every day things and seeing how interesting I can make it.

It's also an experiment in getting better at pronoun use and non-use, and I guess editing out clutter. I certainly don't expect anyone to read all of these, but hopefully someone can get enjoyment out of one or two.
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Laura’s ride home from work was uneventful, as usual. Why the three lanes on the 100km/h highway were going 60km/h, 75km/h and 90km/h was beyond frustrating, though.

The wind was usually a relief for her as she rode in the heat of the Australian summer, but this day was hot and dry, when she had her visor up, hot wind blasted Laura in the face, providing her with no comfort whatsoever.

Laura tentatively took off her bike gear when she got home. She’d been looking to getting home, putting on swimmers and going to the pool all day, but she wasn’t exactly great at doing the things she planned to do. Instead Laura played an app game on her tablet, then sat on the couch beside her mum.

“The dog’s ears need cleaning again. Have you seen them?” her mum commented.

Laura sighed. “Where’s the ear cleaning solution?”

“In the kitchen, I think.”

Laura got up to retrieve the bottle of liquid and a handful of cotton buds. When she returned, the dog was sitting in her place on the couch. Laura sat next to her, squeezing the small dog between herself and the arm of the chair as she grabbed the bottle and the cotton buds.

April knew exactly what the bottle was for, and she started struggling against Laura, but Laura just held her tighter, trying to manoeuvre her arm around the animal while holding the ear open and tipping the bottle in the hand she held the cotton buds in. This was not a job for a novice. It was a good thing Laura learned the trick to it from the vet. The vet had the advantage of a second person holding the dog still, but Laura made do with what she had.

“I’d hold the dog for you,” her mum chimed in from the next chair over. “But she smells, and I’m ready to go out.”

Laura smiled on the inside. She didn’t mind, even though she was going to get some of the unfortunate-smelling ear cleaning solution on herself. It was more exciting to try to do alone, anyway.
After Work
This is an experiment, of sorts. I'm writing about mundane, every day things and seeing how interesting I can make it.

It's also an experiment in getting better at pronoun use and non-use, and I guess editing out clutter. I certainly don't expect anyone to read all of these, but hopefully someone can get enjoyment out of one or two.
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Adult-ing is hard.

That was Laura’s catchphrase for the morning. She ignored her 6am alarm, as usual. But woke up just before her 7am alarm went off. She turned on her laptop to watch some anime.

There was a knock on the door at about 7.20. It was Laura’s mum, asking if she was awake. Well, that was to be expected. Yesterday she had been out of her room twice already by this time.

The 7.30 alarm hadn’t gone off when Laura closed her laptop and finally exited her room, having to wait as her brother wheeled his luggage through the hallway. She said hi to her dog, April, who was wandering around the kitchen.

“Your feet are wet, Bubba.” Laura exclaimed as she bent down to pat her.

There was a box of doughnuts on the kitchen bench. “Somebody bought me Krispy Kremes to eat for breakfast!” she exclaimed, delicately opening the box and selecting one of the round treats from the untouched rows of sugary delights.
Morning Again
This is an experiment, of sorts. I'm writing about mundane, every day things and seeing how interesting I can make it.

It's also an experiment in getting better at pronoun use and non-use, and I guess editing out clutter. I certainly don't expect anyone to read all of these, but hopefully someone can get enjoyment out of one or two.
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Laura was woken by the sound of a phone ringing.

It was an unfamiliar ring tone – she’d gotten a new phone, and she hadn’t bothered to change the settings to anything other than the default – so it took a little while to register what the sound was.

She picked up her phone and looked at it. The caller ID said BARBARA. Laura groaned inwardly. Barbara was a co-worker in the Woolworths Stocktake Team, and they were supposed to carpool to work together, but Laura had excused herself from work for the next month. It seemed no one had told Barbara.

It was 3.30am, and Laura checked around the sides of the unfamiliar phone for the volume button to silence the call. She couldn’t find the volume control, and was worried about touching any other keys in case she accidentally answered it, so she waited for the call to ring out. Then she found the sound settings and switched the phone to silent so she could go back to to sleep.

The next time Laura woke up, it was 6am, and it was her alarm telling her to get up. Laura didn’t much feel like getting up, so she turned off the alarm and went back to sleep, drifting into a light sleep until she heard her mum moving around the house getting ready for work. Laura decided to get up and go to the bathroom. She stopped in the kitchen where her mother was and wished her a good morning, then used the toilet and went back to her room. She turned on her laptop and opened the internet browser, going to her streaming anime site to watch the newest episode of one of her shows.

At the end of the show, Laura got up to get breakfast. She met her mum on her way out of the house, and she told her to have a good day at work. Laura put some Wheat-Bix into a bowl and poured milk and sugar in, returning to her room and opening another streaming anime page to watch another anime. She found there was a new episode of a show she really loved, and sat down to watch that.

At about 7.30, another alarm went off on her phone, telling Laura it was probably best to get dressed if she didn’t want to be late for work. Laura got dressed and put her bike gear over the top of her clothes. She neglected to brush her teeth.

Laura had been feeling slightly ill, and when she picked up her tablet, she saw that the time was 8.02, and she didn’t have any shoes on yet. Shoes on, she dashed for the door, pulling her jacket and helmet on as she went. She got onto her bike and started it up, then pulled out of her driveway.

When Laura was on the main road on the way to work, pondering whether she was late enough to take the toll road on the highway to get to work, she looked down at the clock. It read 8.05. Laura groaned inwardly for the second time that morning. She had forgotten the time on her tablet was fast, and she knew the time on her bike clock was fast, too. It wasn’t exactly 8.00 yet, and she had plenty of time to get to work without rushing.

There was a bit of traffic at the intersection Laura hated the most on the way to work. It wasn’t usually too bad at this time of day, so Laura was surprised. But the traffic lights were black instead of red, and there were flashing blue and red lights up ahead. The police were directing traffic, as the lights were broken.
First day

This is an experiment, of sorts. I'm writing about mundane, every day things and seeing how interesting I can make it.

It's also an experiment in getting better at pronoun use and non-use, and I guess editing out clutter. I certainly don't expect anyone to read all of these, but hopefully someone can get enjoyment out of one or two.

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Laura H Macrae
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Australia
I'm a 20something-year-old Christian writer from Sydney, Australia. I write in the Young Adult, Sci-fi/Fantasy genre. I also love to take photos.

IMPORTANT NOTE:
I'm really, really bad at updating here on deviantART due to so many, many things going on in my life. If you're interested in my stories, check out my blogs:
www.fablerush.blogspot.com
and/or
www.lhmac.blogspot.com
I'll likely have more updates there.
Conversely, drop me a note in the comment section of something you want to see more of an I'll do a quick update here on dA.

Current Residence: Sydney, Australia
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ARstories Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2016   Writer
Thanks for the thoughtful and detailed comment on my story The Jealous Brother!

I quickly browsed thru a handful of your stories. Based on the quality, I recommend that you consider publishing to www.wattpad.com/ which is a community specifically for writers. I think you'll find that you get much more engagement + feedback there than dA, which is primarily for visual artists (and a great home for your photos).
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Lhmac Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, that's really flattering. I've used AuthorsDen before, but my lack of artistic talent to make a cover is kind of daunting on sites like those, and it takes a lot of effort to get it uploaded in the first place, I mostly make use of my own blog, then try to get a couple of extra views and comments here on dA, or just post my experimental stuff or half-formed thoughts for fun. I'm mostly a hobby writer, so I don't put much effort into making my work more ... professional, I guess.

I've checked out Wattpad. It seems more casual than AuthorsDen, so I'll try uploading stuff there. Actually, the cover creator is a pretty awesome thing that'll make me feel better about lacking one. I haven't had the chance yet to look around your gallery. Do you use Wattpad much?
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ARstories Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016   Writer
I haven't used Wattpad myself, but have read about it and heard that it's pretty good.

Only about 5% of dA accounts are writers. This is really more a community focused on the visual artists, with an emphasis on fanfiction.

My content is pretty niche - focused on age regression, where characters get younger in the story. The best known mainstream story in this vein is the Curious Case of Benjamin Button. There are a handful of groups on dA that focus on this type of content, so it makes sense for me to publish where the audience is.
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Lhmac Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Ok. But I'm not sure why you'd think that someone who has been writing for as long as I have isn't aware of the pros and cons of using dA? I already know it's mostly a visual medium, but I use it anyway. I've been using this site for 4 years, and I have found communities I like here.
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connorlamping Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
happyhappy birthday :iconlawooplz:
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SpyroRules141 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Thnkz for the Watch!!!!!!!!
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TCS1992 Featured By Owner May 12, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for :+fav:
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Omnitoast Featured By Owner May 4, 2013
Thanks for the watch :D
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DeathLife97 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thanx for the :llama:
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Avis-Hope Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2012  Student Writer
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