January 30th, 2004

nanowrimo 2010

stuff du jour

Unusual Chat
I woke at about four this morning. I was wide awake and a return to sleep was impossible. I'd had a lot of odd dreams, but more about that elsewhere. I wound up, as I often do, in the Walkers in Darkness Chat room. We had an unusually lively group. Present were Bearclaws, Jascorpion, Ihez, Charchar, Nicknack and a delightful young lady whose name I am ashamed to say I have forgotten. Conversation was rapid and lively and even fun. Lots of ideas got exchanged and things flowed in an unusual fashion. It was what I go to Walkers for but so seldom get.


Dream (Parrotman!)
X-posted to baddreams
I slept soundly from around ten last night until just about four this morning. I got up only once for my usual nightly trip and then went back to sleep pretty seamlessly. It was after the trip that I dreamed.
I was wearing a costume out of a bad Aztec Revenge movie. I had on a bird mask of some sort and a suit and long cape made entirely of green feathers. I felt like parrot man. I felt very silly dressed so and had no idea that what I was doing was reasonable or normal. I don't know what I was doing at all. I remember walking around but don't remember where or why. This continued until I came to a tall building, not quite a skyscraper, but tall. I went in through a revolving door, taking care of my cape and my claw feet. Did I mention the claw feet? In the lobby I walked all around, looking at marble walls then went down a long hallway toward a door with a light behind it. The door was closed, but the light was bright enough to shine out all around the edges. I woke up before I got to the door.

nanowrimo 2010

A second entry

Second Entry Today
I seldom make more than one entry a day lately. It has been months. I just don't have enough information or enough of anything of interest to stimulate a second entry. I have been writing much more of late. I take that as a good sign & a bad one. Given that I tend to produce more prose, poetry, and just plain verbiage when my life sucks, as a sort of valve for my emotions, it would seem to indicate that the suck factor is on the rise. Conversely, the fact that I am writing means that at least I have some emotions to run through the release valve.


Fiction
I am writing more, but I am not generating the fiction that usually indicates my spiritual constipation has been eased. I desperately want to write a story. I need to generate some ideas, to think, to plan, to write ... if anyone has any ideas please suggest.