Weird, that is.
Now look at definition numero tres. COOL. Right?
Indeed. I, honestly never knew that in the archaic weird meant such a thing.
We are weird. Has any body seen that episode of Scrubswhere Carla’s head is opened up and a Pandora’s Box effect goes on?
Well. Imagine if our minds were on display.
As writers’ all sorts of amazing, astonishing and terrible things play in the DVD player that is our mind. It is dark and dreary, full of wolves and creatures scurrying about a dark, eerie forest and at the same time it can shine forth a blinding light, and rainbows…and unicorns…and little, tiny faeries holding chocolate kisses.
We have to be this way. God made us this way. It’s called imagination. We all have one yes, but Writers…we are a special, peculiar breed.
I am a writer.
And I am weird.