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?

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. 

Where Am I?

I've been a little checked out, socially. I moved away from everyone I knew, and I've become a bit of a shut-in since moving West. I've been working very hard on a novel, and I'm hoping that I can pound it out by the end of June. It's really all that I think of these days, so I'm pretty boring right now.

Otherwise, I'm cooking and working on getting some projects closed out that needed to be closed. I'm really hoping to close my Etsy shop once and for all by the end of the year. It was a great experience, but I'm not sure that I'm cut out for selling other than the occasional Ebaying a DVD. To that end, I think that I'm going to do some more giveaways. Maybe this isn't the popular opinion or attitude, but I think that I want to focus on other endeavors.

I've been working on my Bread blog, and it's beginning to get some readership, I think.

Lots of creative works

I love that I'm writing so much these days, but I feel that I've gotten behind on reading as a result. I'm running two food blogs now, and they're getting good reception. All is well on that end.

I'm working more on a novel that I really want to finish by the end of this summer. I really want to push myself to get it done.

I'm also still trying to keep my Etsy store alive, although to be honest, my interest in making jewelry has waned severely.

I'm working on some freelance writing, which has me stressed more than I imagined. I forgot how much pressure there is in journalism. Maybe I'm just not cut out for it.

Otherwise, I'm kind of wanting to sing again.

So that's it!

I really need to post more often

I wrote a couple of books -- children's books that I'd been working on for awhile and finally finished. I felt accomplished, and my creativity felt revitalized.

Last year, I began submitting them for publication, and was told that I should try submitting them again at the beginning of the year, so I've been really busy submitting (I really hate the administrative part of creative works!).

I'm just wondering whether I'm going about the whole thing entirely wrong. Should I enlist the help of an agent to sell my work better? I'm not much on the gift of gab and sales, so maybe it would help?

I'm babbling a bit, but I really want to get into the habit of blogging again.