Writer's Thought Process

Illustrious? Too sophisticated. Advanced? Sounds too modern. Awkward? Not in the mood yet. Animalistic? A nice ring, bereft of a special ring. Will consider it for later though. Jotting it down now. I could cut up some onions. I got up early to cook a roast right? I get up from the chair, and my muse bops me on the head, A light smack. I know, I tell her. I will be back in two. It is actually ten minutes later. I had to cut up the onions and the roast. Antiquated? Too prissy. Profound? Dharm it! You already use profound in every other poem. Pollutive? Is that even a WORD? I will set the crockpot on high. Trixie gets out her machete and leers at me, really mad now. If you use that, I will not help you at all, I warn her, So she files it back in her knapsack, and starts stomping up and down the paper. She is storming angry when I return, I know because the paper is torn into Teeny, tiny bits, I pull it back together, trying to read it again, as I recopy it. Plain? Too plain. Demonstrative? Circle that one. I like that one. Delectable, delightful, deliriously diabolically, do-able. The D words are here, and they are dancing and prancing. Discerning. Where did that come from? Trixie helps me scratch it out. Hey! Were you going to put the meat into the crockpot? INSTANT brain stop. We come to a screeching halt. Dhramn! I take Trixie to the kitchen where she hammers on Joe’s head with her axe. Unfortunately, he does not feel it. No one else here can put roast into a crockpot?