When I first started writing, I would turn every idea I had into a story. Over time, I've learned not every idea should become a story. I've learned to be more discriminating.
Every once in a while, though, I get caught up in the rush of a new idea. (Often, this is around the time I have just taken a lot of allergy medication, or gone without sleep for a couple of days.) For example, yesterday morning there was some Spam in my in-box, the first line of which read: "Turn that little pecker into a GIANT Phoenix!"
And I thought to myself, "Hey, yeah! Imagine a story where a guy finds out his penis is the Phoenix! And he has to wear special fire-retardant underwear! I'll call it... Rise of the Penix!"
Then I further thought, "Wait, no! Maybe he has the capital of Arizona in his pants. Imagine waking up with 1.5 million people living in your crotch. Old people will retire there and talk about how it's hot, but it's a dry heat!"
Luckily I had my coffee and some breakfast and came to my senses. Although, now that I'm typing all this out, it doesn't seem as bad as I'd thought...
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Sounds oddly like an episode of South Park that I watched last night where Mrs. Garrison wanted to become Mr. Garrison again and was having his new penis grown on the back of a rat. It jumped out of the cage when he opened the door to "see if it feels right in my hand"...or something like that! Come to think of it, pretty much anytime I hear of a penis running loose you will gain my full and undivided attention. Hmmm. Note to self...must stop reading female fantasy porn while watching South Park.
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