Yeah! It is NaNoWriMo time! If I wasn't busy enough with work-bullshit, applying to graduate school, spending time with Hope and Inky, embroidering, knitting, crocheting, reading, and baking, I decided to throw novel-writing onto the pile. Anything to make me tired enough to sleep and anything to block out my miserable job is appreciated!
So far I haven't written anything. I have an image in my head. Just an image. No story yet. My problem is that when I write I try to carefully map out a plot. Then I end up feeling paralyzed. So I'm following this image and I will see where it leads.
Did I tell you all about my bizarre frightening dream that keeps cropping up?
I keep dreaming that I'm made of cake. That's right cake. And in my dream I'm at work at my desk, typing very quickly. I look down at my left hand and I'm crumbling. My fingers are crumbling off and I'm worried because I can't get my work done if I turn to cake! I try taking my cakey fingers and squishing them one to my vanilla cake hand, but it doesn't work. I crumble and fall.
Last night I also dreamt that I was at new big grocery store and that they store has no yogurt, but they have chicken for .88 cents a pound.
That's it, I'm cracked!
What I'm doing: drinking coffee, listening to "Waves of Grain" by Two Gallants"
I'm about to: Write a letter and refill my coffee
Later today: clean house, do laundry, watch Supernatural, embroider, read The Birds Fall Down and The Faerie Queen.
1 comment:
A cake dream. I've never had a cake dream. I definitely don't want that cake dream. Now if it were Johnny Depp made of cake and I got to nibble him up, it might be a happy dream. Sorry, I'm a horny old spinster with a Johnny Depp fetish ever since I saw Sweeney Todd. What does that say about me?
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