I have been working all day on a writing project that is due shortly. The “writing process” (by which I mean “staring at the screen wondering what the hell I’ve gottem myself into”) was going painfully slow a bit earlier, so Spouse convinced me to take a break to go into town. We had dry cleaning to pick up and it just so happens that there’s this little ice cream stand right next door to the shop.
Admit it: you thought this paragraph was going to be about me getting ice cream all over the dry cleaning, didn’t you? Sorry to disappoint – all clothing has successfully been retrieved from the cleaners and is safely back inside the house with little or no additional patina of melted ice cream. I am an idiot; just not that kind of idiot.
While we were driving back home, I mentioned that I needed to repair to Mission Control with all due haste, so that I could “art my writicle.”
Oh dear. This might be tougher than previously expected.
Perhaps you have the answer! You need to “wrung” your head to get the words to come out! Just a thought.
I too am guilty of the spontaneous Spoonerism; despite years in high school speech & debate, I never quite got the hang of moving my brain faster than my mouth.