Author's Ramble: So I have pretty bad insomnia these days, and sometimes to help get my thoughts in order I write down little drabbles as if I I were one of my favorite characters writing in their diary. (For a long time it was Rorschach, but he's depressing and not very helpful.) Well, as of the past few days it has been Harley Quinn who has ransacked my brain and decided that- darn it!- she's movin' in, baby! So I now present to you Harley's thoughts... which are possibly going to accumulate to a plot. Just know I write most of these at three in the morning. They are all exactly one notebook page (one sided) long because I need to set a nightly limit somewhere. ;) Enjoy, mah puddin's.
August 23rd
Dear Dumbo Diary,
Them lame-os here at Arkham think it's time I get a creative outlet other than ways to break me and Mistah J outta this joint. I told 'em that I couldn't do nuthin' 'cause I ain't a creative person. The Doc says, "Course ya are! Otherwise how could you run with the Joker?" He's got a point- it takes a buttload of imagination to keep up with the J sometimes. Especially if you wanna get in on the plottin'!
Still, I don't think poisoning every bank's bowl of candy in the Gotham Tri-City Area is what these folks mean by "creative outlet".
So's the Doc gave me this stupid journal to write in every day. Says if I'm good and write at least one page a day, he'll let me talk to Red during inpatient "social" time. Guess that's a step up from the weekly lobotomy, in any case. I guess I'll put up with it, I mean, maybe if I'm real good they'll lemme see mah Puddin'!
Or maybe... they're just tryin' to distract me from finding a way outta this hellhole! What jerks! Forget this junk! I'm finding that nail file and getting the heck out of here, baby!
LoVe,
Harley