I’ve been a morning mist without a lake to blanket, a hummingbird without a fragrant flower from which to sip.*
Everyone needs a sense of purpose. We deserve a life of meaning, thrive when engaged in useful work.
All this explains why I’m deeply grateful to have rediscovered a mission I took up last fall: arming you for your next tournament of Strip Scrabble so that if you lose, it won’t be out of incompetence but from the fervent desire to be the one removing your clothes. (e.g. Your opposition’s nose and chest hair is threatening to merge with his unibrow.)
To that end, do you recall a while back when a reader invited me to explain the meaning of the acronym WIP? Remember how I expanded that definition to include a few Scrabble-worthy derivatives, such as wipiphany and pussy-wipped? Remember how you ran with the meme and upstaged me in the comment section? (Especially you, Vaughn Roycroft and Twist Nanobeans. Your twin treachery is emblazoned on mine brain. *shakes fist*)
Well, what better use can there be of a Monday morning than to give BIC the same treatment?
Are you ready?
BIC—often followed by HOK, this is shorthand for “butt in chair, hands on keyboard”, which is meant to describe an attentive, pragmatic, and productive attitude toward writing. Unfortunately, one can assume the position but still suffer, as illustrated by the next entry…
asyllabic—totally literary constipation; can’t write a word.
bicker—a writing session spent mostly arguing with self.
e.g. “Man, this scene is presumptuous and dull.”
“So write in a ham sandwich.”
“I don’t care for pork.”
“ Everything’s livelier when there’s a ham sandwich in play.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be Jewish?”
pubic—writing a sex scene; when the hands dancing over the keyboard are dusted with coarse, dark, curly hair.
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