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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2010-07-19 12:34 am

That's inconvenient ...

I have spent the evening trying to write fic, or some of my novel, or even reviews of the Alan Bradley and Naomi Novik novels I have been loving lately, and I have tragically failed at all of the above. Which leads me to conclude I may have run out of brain.

I'm sure I've just put it down somewhere close. Might go and look in the laundry ...

[identity profile] tomatoe18.livejournal.com 2010-07-18 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
What can you tell me of Naomi Novik? I sort of have to read her books soon, but I want to know what I'm getting into first...

[identity profile] calanthe-fics.livejournal.com 2010-07-18 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's inside Mr Brammers' pants?

[identity profile] phoenixacid.livejournal.com 2010-07-18 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no! You really shouldn't have tested Cal's brain thinning potion! It's still a prototype. :P

[identity profile] chantefable.livejournal.com 2010-07-18 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure the brain situation is explained by the gruesomeness of having to return to work. It is always very vexing.

I am somehow thinking of your novel as Dumbledore! The Musical, but with vampires. :)
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[personal profile] azurelunatic 2010-07-18 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Woops. I misread that as fic for the Naomi Novik novels, and, well, I found a whole tag's worth for you: http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Temeraire%20-%20Naomi%20Novik/works
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[personal profile] lokifan 2010-07-18 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe the fridge?

[identity profile] enchanted-jae.livejournal.com 2010-07-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
*helps you search for your wayward brain*

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2010-07-19 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Blame the cats.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/ 2010-07-19 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I suggest plugging up ears and nostrils and closing eyes and mouth, just in case. Maybe it regrows. MAYBE it leaks through holes made by cat claws, though. Or like a HD you can retrace its shadow image on the inside of an empty skull. I'd certainly like that very very much, having just realised I missed not only the library date (first use in century) and an opening, but didn't actually write down my last 20 reviews, thanks for reminder, prrrt, prrrt.