yawn

Yay, I have two new LJ friends! rainbow_goddess and plastic_atomica ! :)

Last Night's Dream

I dreamt that I was taking a trip to Minneapolis/St. Paul to visit bearblue. (I know, in RL she lives in Missouri, but in the dream she lived in MN.) I was talking about how it was the longest road-trip I'd ever taken, or at least the farthest west I had ever driven. I was a bit worried about how tiring it would be, especially the trip back -- I wasn't so much worried about the trip out, but coming back, one is always more tired from the actual visit. Then, it occurred to me that I could just take a plane, and I felt dumb for not having thought of that. At some point, bearblue turned into S., my psychotic college roommate (not tiggrrl, my crazy college roommate :) ), and so I was not worried about being picked up at the airport, because S. loves to drive.

And then I was thinking about how ironic it was that every time my brother moved out of a city, I went to visit there shortly after he left. Which in RL isn't true at all. In the dream he was just about to leave Minneapolis; in RL he's just about to leave Chicago (and although he did live in Mpls for a little while, that was several years ago).

Then there was the thing with the huge map of the U.S., which pops up fairly frequently in my dreams but is awfully hard to describe.

writing

Last night while driving home from my mom's (note to self: black ice is evil), I had a new fanfic idea that really excited me. I pondered it the whole way home, took a break for the evening's TV, then pondered it some more while I looked stuff up online to make sure it was viable, then pondered it more in bed until I fell asleep. I think it could work and could be good, could be a lot of fun to write.

Thing is, I have this weird superstition against talking about it. It's happened too often in the past that I say to someone, "I'm gonna write a story where this and this happens, and then this will happen," and they say, "cool! let me know when it's finished!" and then I never write it and I feel lame.

So hopefully I'll just write it and not tell anyone about it (well, except for what I'm saying now <g>), until it's done. And hopefully I'll actually finish the damn thing. I seem so busy lately, hardly any time for writing, but I have to start making time. This week is all weird, but maybe next week. If I say that again next week, somebody smack me, okay?

revelations

It's the oddest thing how an issue that has been plaguing you for so long can suddenly get resolved just like that. Out of the blue you realize there's another way of looking at it that, despite all probability, had never occurred to you before. Then you have to wonder, why the hell not? and feel dumb for a while.

( The boring details )