Washing that man outta my....

[idontknowyet]

Today a friend was trying to be funny but he totally messed with my mind. He joked that I should write a book about this guy ( a dimpled guy that cleans house). All I can think about now is his story. Every minute it seems to grow, develop, and demand to be written. I promised my self I wouldn't start another book until I finished this insanely long series, but he's banging on my brain demanding to be written.

How do I wash that man right outta my....brain? 

[LMareeApps]

Get down all the outline ideas you have for it, then use it as a reward for when you've got your work done.  Eg. Your daily goal is to write X words on your series. Once you've done that, you can have X minutes to work on the fun project.

Of course, if you're like me, the fun project will stop feeling so shiny soon, and you'll end up with a partly completed manuscript, but at least you won't have sacrificed your current work for it.

[Eric Thomson]

How do I wash that man right outta my....brain? 

Bleach
 

[Post-Doctorate D]

Easy.  Husband comes home early from work, sees the guy looking like he's cleaning the house but he's not buying it, so he whacks the guy with the vacuum cleaner.  Cleaning guy falls onto the coffee table and impales himself on a candlestick, dies.  Story done, move on.

[LilyBLily]

I think it would be very hard to be killed impaled on a candlestick, which generally are flat-topped, unless you mean the empty kind with the little sharp piece of metal sticking up in the middle. It's usually not very long, so it wouldn't do much damage unless it nicked an artery. Please say you do not write thrillers.

[LMareeApps]

I think it would be very hard to be killed impaled on a candlestick, which generally are flat-topped, unless you mean the empty kind with the little sharp piece of metal sticking up in the middle. It's usually not very long, so it wouldn't do much damage unless it nicked an artery. Please say you do not write thrillers.

Either way, they're probably going to need a new cleaner.

[NathanBurrows]

I think it would be very hard to be killed impaled on a candlestick, which generally are flat-topped, unless you mean the empty kind with the little sharp piece of metal sticking up in the middle. It's usually not very long, so it wouldn't do much damage unless it nicked an artery. Please say you do not write thrillers.

It wasn’t actually the candlestick that killed him, it was a shard of glass from the glass top of the coffee table. The candlestick pushed it into his back and then, one of two things happened. The glass nicked his pleura, leading to a tension pneumothorax, or it nicked his pericardium, leading to a cardiac tamponade. Both pretty bad news, but the tension pneumothorax could be relieved by someone who knew what they were doing with a pen (shoved into the 4th intercostal space, mid-clavicular line as an emergency chest drain), not so easy to sort out a cardiac tamponade.

Way more tension there than a nicked artery!

[Laughing Elephant]

No.

The candlestick was made of ice (from an earlier event hosting a party for the actors of Game of Thrones).

The guy was in shock, not dead.

When he could see, a woman, peering earnestly into his eyes, sat beside him. He thought her eyes seemed pretty whilst also a little fuzzy, possibly because of the spider legs framing her top eyelids. Soon, however, he found himself melting into deep blue hues.

She smiled as she asked if he was okay.

The first thing he noticed was the dimples which brought him joy. At last, he'd found his soul mate. Never would he have to search for ‘the one’ under the guise of window cleaning ever again.

His joy was short-lived.

A man came into view, holding a glass of some transparent drink.

"Honey, give him room." He squatted down beside the window cleaner. "Hey, fella, looks like you got yourself a nasty shock."

The man looked at the woman and then back to the man. It was then he noticed the matching gold bands on their fingers.

He sat up, holding onto the leg of the upturned coffee table for support. "Thanks. I'm fine. But I have to tell you I can no longer clean your windows!"

The woman's husband frowned. "Hey fella, no need to be like that. It wasn't our fault you stabbed yourself in the head."

The man grimaced. "No. But it is your fault for marrying the woman of my dreams." He pushed the husband away and grabbed the woman by her arm. "You belong to me."

The woman's dimples turned upside down. She stroked the window cleaner's chin and in a soft voice sang, "Let it go. Let it go-oh ..."

….

 

[VanessaC]

Either way, they're probably going to need a new cleaner.
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I think it would be very hard to be killed impaled on a candlestick, which generally are flat-topped, unless you mean the empty kind with the little sharp piece of metal sticking up in the middle. It's usually not very long, so it wouldn't do much damage unless it nicked an artery. Please say you do not write thrillers.

It wasn’t actually the candlestick that killed him, it was a shard of glass from the glass top of the coffee table. The candlestick pushed it into his back and then, one of two things happened. The glass nicked his pleura, leading to a tension pneumothorax, or it nicked his pericardium, leading to a cardiac tamponade. Both pretty bad news, but the tension pneumothorax could be relieved by someone who knew what they were doing with a pen (shoved into the 4th intercostal space, mid-clavicular line as an emergency chest drain), not so easy to sort out a cardiac tamponade.

Way more tension there than a nicked artery!

Brilliant. Now I know where to come for medical info in future! 

Although, it's bugging me that the coffee table top would shatter into shards - don't they tend to be toughened glass that crystallise into those annoying squares? Perhaps there was a vase on the table and that split into shards. 

Or perhaps I should stop overthinking an entirely whimsical thread and get back to work. 

[NathanBurrows]

Brilliant. Now I know where to come for medical info in future! 

Although, it's bugging me that the coffee table top would shatter into shards - don't they tend to be toughened glass that crystallise into those annoying squares? Perhaps there was a vase on the table and that split into shards. 

Or perhaps I should stop overthinking an entirely whimsical thread and get back to work. 

Not if it was an antique table with a lead and glass inlay made from a stained glass window from a long since destroyed medieval church (just in case there’s a parallel medieval storyline). Is that pushing it?

[VanessaC]

Brilliant. Now I know where to come for medical info in future! 

Although, it's bugging me that the coffee table top would shatter into shards - don't they tend to be toughened glass that crystallise into those annoying squares? Perhaps there was a vase on the table and that split into shards. 

Or perhaps I should stop overthinking an entirely whimsical thread and get back to work. 

Not if it was an antique table with a lead and glass inlay made from a stained glass window from a long since destroyed medieval church (just in case there’s a parallel medieval storyline). Is that pushing it?

Nice! Impaled by stained glass. And his final, dying, thought can be: at least I don't have to clean this anymore.