A writer's brain during their day job.
Seriously, this is what my brain does all day long at work.
8 AM:
"I should come up with story ideas while I'm on the phone!"
11 AM:
"Ooo, maybe I should write a romance novel! I've never written one of those!"
2 PM:
"You know what I would love to read and therefore should write? A nice simple gay romance."
6 PM:
"-- and the one guy has LASERS which come out of his EYES and he saves PUPPIES when he's not A PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL PLAYER, and the other guy is A MOTHERFUCKING MOVIE STAR but when he's at home he's a GODDAMN WIZARD WHO JUGGLES PONIES, and together they punch CLOWNS and --"
9 PM:
"... AND THEN THEY HAD SEX ON THE RED CARPET OF THE OSCARS. THE END."
8 AM:
"I should come up with story ideas while I'm on the phone!"
11 AM:
"Ooo, maybe I should write a romance novel! I've never written one of those!"
2 PM:
"You know what I would love to read and therefore should write? A nice simple gay romance."
6 PM:
"-- and the one guy has LASERS which come out of his EYES and he saves PUPPIES when he's not A PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL PLAYER, and the other guy is A MOTHERFUCKING MOVIE STAR but when he's at home he's a GODDAMN WIZARD WHO JUGGLES PONIES, and together they punch CLOWNS and --"
9 PM:
"... AND THEN THEY HAD SEX ON THE RED CARPET OF THE OSCARS. THE END."