Why I Haven't Posted Anything in Ages: Voice In Mind
Let's rewind a moment here.
Let's go back to TogetherAgain's earlier days on Muppet Central Forum. Granted, when she was writing her fourth story, she still felt like quite little newbie... but I mean before that point, when she really was a newbie, just hoping to fit in. (She was not particularly accustomed to fitting in. See earlier discussion of being smart.)
The key to fitting in at Muppet Central, as far as TogetherAgain could tell, was to be funny, crazy, a walking-talking (or sitting-typing) encyclopedia of Muppet knowledge, or a combination thereof... preferably a combination thereof. Well... TogetherAgain was no walking-talking (or sitting-typing) encyclopedia of Muppet knowledge, considering that- shameful though it may have been- her exposure to the Muppets consisted almost exclusively of having Muppet Treasure Island memorized. She was... at least a little crazy... But funny?
She could, occasionally, think of something kind of funny to do... if only someone could interact with her just so... But that wasn't about to happen, now was it?
And then, of course, there were times when she was absolutely certain that someone would point out the flaws in whatever it was she was saying. (Did I mention yet that TogetherAgain is the youngest child in a fairly argumentative family? And the youngest cousin in an extremely argumentative extended family? She was very much accustomed to being proven wrong and put in her place for jumping in where she didn't know what she was doing.) If only there was a way to beat... whomever... to the punch...
So TogetherAgain started putting a secondary voice into her posts. She called it, "voice inside my head." Not very original, perhaps... but it worked. There in italics, "voice inside my head" criticized a great deal of what TogetherAgain had to say, hopefully providing some amount of comedy and, at least in theory, helping her at least feel like she fit in.
Somewhere down the line, TogetherAgain realized that she didn't need "voice inside my head" to fit in, because she fit in just being herself. (That was quite a novel idea to her.) Somewhere down the line, someone- reportedly Beauregard, but sources are unclear on the matter- suggested a much-needed abbreviated name for "voice inside my head." The abbreviation was V.I.M. for "Voice In Mind." Somewhere down the line, TogetherAgain got lazy and stopped capitalizing the I and the M. Somewhere down the line, TogetherAgain began to attribute her seemingly uncontrollable story ideas to Vim.
This is all getting ahead of where we are in the narrative, but I'm telling you now so that I can clarify: Retrospectively, what happened next is Vim's fault, not TogetherAgain's.
Before she finished that fourth story, Vim started making suggestions about what TogetherAgain's next story could be... and they all had to do with Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy.
Maybe, in the next story, Kermit and Miss Piggy got into a fight and Miss Piggy left and eventually came back for help... or maybe, instead, Kermit ran into her by accident, and...
Oh, and maybe in the story after that, there was some mob-like organization that did this and that and then Miss Piggy...
Ooh, and maybe in the story after that one, Miss Piggy was being all distant and Kermit was annoyed and then this would happen and...
Or, maybe the next story would start in the past and this stuff would be really complicated and explain why things are the way they are now and...
It was getting to be way too much. First of all, a lot of these stories sounded an awful lot alike. Surely, her readers would get tired of reading the same basic story again and again, wouldn't they? No point in suffering them to that. She would have to pick one of these stories.
...Oh. ...That was hard. ...They all had such great potential scenes! There were exact lines that were echoing through her head already that she just couldn't wait to write... How could she choose?
In the meantime, TogetherAgain liked the student teacher who had temporarily taken over her English class, and she wanted to give the student teacher a very specific cameo in one of those stories, which she started writing in another notebook, hoping to finish it before the student teacher left. That ended up not happening, which was fine, because TogetherAgain stopped liking said student teacher so much.
Anyway, faced with so many story options from Vim, TogetherAgain made a fateful decision one day.
She would combine the stories.
It would be, like... a trilogy, or something. That one story could be part one, those two could be part two, and that one could be part three. Piece of cake. Lovely compromise. And it would be fun!
But before she could start on that "little trilogy," something else, something life-altering, would present itself.