Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Monday, May 2, 2011

Dreams and their hold



Saturday night, I had the most ridiculous, vivid dream that I've had in years. It related to absolutely nothing in my real life, or even the true world, but was almost Le Guin-like in its lucid, other-worldly feel. I love dreams like that.

Writer that I am, I immediately began thinking about how I could write it as a story, or how it would fit into one of my current stories. Except that I can't. So it gets its own story, tentatively titled "The Game," until I figure out a more suitable name for it.

In other news, my sleep schedule is completely off. I stayed up wayyyyy too late on Saturday night to catch a midnight showing of Tron, and then went to brunch on Sunday. As a result, I barely slept last night, feeling like I always had one eye open. Bleaaaaaahhhh....

How was your weekend?

Thursday, June 3, 2010

In the Private Journal Setting

I've been working on a novel for awhile, and I'm on draft # 3. I forgot that writing is incredibly hard work. I actually made myself sick over it for a few days. I was having a hard time stopping, forever going over and over plot designs, characteristics, blah, blah, blah. I don't mean to talk about writing so much, but it's kind of my world at the moment. I would like to have some measure of success with it before I die. 

Otherwise, I've been trying to get into shape. I think that I'm beginning to see some results (I'm certainly feeling the aches!), but I feel hungry all the time. I'm trying to resist the snacking, but I feel so weak all the time without regular snacks. I did a little research, and it seems that this is normal, but I'm wondering when my metabolism will right itself and get used to more exertion on fewer calories. 

I'm pretty bored with California already. I mean, it's nice, the weather is nice, and I live in a great neighborhood. I really think that if I had stayed on the East Coast, I would never have re-pursued writing in the manner that I have, simply because I always felt so busy. Life definitely moves slower out here. Or maybe I'm just feeling a bit homesick.