Friday, January 15, 2010

When I Snap My Fingers...

I suck at working. Focusing on what I need to accomplish and just doing the work is probably the hardest thing for me to do. I just spent an hour researching hypnosis preceded by an hour of reading about a creepy guy with a Peter Pan fetish someone posted on facebook. By the way, check the Peter Pan site out. If you thought Renaissance Fairs were really weird before...

Back on topic, the hypnosis research had a purpose, initially. The story I'm not working on this morning is a project I'm way over deadline on that is destroying me. Every time I start working on it, the plot becomes exponentially more complicated and if I stop to sleep at night I'll be too terrified to get started in the morning.

The story is about a detective who is investigating a murder that he has a connection to but doesn't tell his superior. He thinks he knows the girl who was killed, and was black out drunk when it happened. Eventually he even decides he's a possible suspect. From the beginning of the story he's stopped taking his medication, and as a result is becoming more and more bi-polar as the case progresses. He is getting help from a psychiatrist who is helping him piece together his memories from the night in question using hypnosis. I told you it was relevant.