Dreamy

We were talking about struggling for a dream last night. Maybe it came from watching The Black Dahlia and immediately after the Hollywood auditions for American Idol. Actors and other performers have it bad. I don’t envy them, being rejected to their faces, sometimes, oftentimes, with a cruelty that makes those unsigned query rejections [...]

Ambition

I expect so much of myself, always have. I’m not sure where this drive came from… Growing up around people who had little to no ambition, combined with always wanting to be opposite to everyone else, perhaps? It was common in my circle of family and family friends for people to have dead dreams they [...]

Mattresses, Showers, 7th Grade, Fathers, Stepfathers, and Brownies (among other things)

Each and every morning this week I didn’t want to go in to work. I didn’t want to get up early to write before work either. The weight of “Work” was enough to pin me to the mattress when the alarm wheedled its way into my head, and invariably I hit snooze and returned to [...]

Revision Nightmare

I woke but did not want to be awake. Then asleep again I was dreaming of the revision to the story—what changes have been asked for, what is wanted—and the words were moving blobs coming from my fingers; they did not want to set down on the page because I didn’t want them to be [...]

The Novel in My Dreams

I keep dreaming about my adult novel, the one I’ve decided to send out to indie publishers but wanted to make a few character tweaks to before doing so. In the daytime I don’t have even a moment to think about that novel—with all these freelance writing assignments I said yes to, I’ve booked myself [...]

Day 2 (Morning)

I haven’t yet left the apartment to write. Still need to get dressed, pack my bag, find my computer cables and my shoes.
I woke with a solid headache that’s now fading away thanks to two green-and-white coated pills.
The dream that woke me involved my novel, peripherally. It’s hazy now. In the dream I saw an [...]