So, I don't know about all y'all, but I've not been sleeping well.
|I have a gun!|
(There are a few voices calling from the aether - they are saying...
JOIN THE FRICKIN' CLUB!
Aether voices, I salute you.)
Anyhoozle, the weirdest and random dreams have been plaguing my subconscious. Like one time I dreamed of storm clouds that went roaring by, sort of like those old Disney movies where it films the clouds in fast-forward, and seconds later a veritable tidal wave flooded the landscape. This happened twice. It felt quite portentous.
Another time I dreamed someone had been falsely accused of murder, and there was a frantic rush while we rushed the accused to safety, and it was very Bourne/Narnia. I know, right. Weird.
Another time, the dream started IN prison, one of those old antique prisons, and the nice little prisoner very cleverly found a way out of the prison, picking up a random hairy stranger on the way, and at the end of the dream the nice little prisoner gets hurt and the hairy stranger (who apparently magically sheds his extreme hairiness) has to protect him.
Anyway, I mention dreams because I had one where nightmares and bad dreams are different from each other, in that bad dreams are essentially that - BAD dreams - and nightmares are the conscience that can steer a bad dream back to good dreams.
That's cool, folks.
I mention THAT because I feel like an oft forgotten necessity for writers is to always keep a notebook by their beds. You never know when an idea will attack you while you sleep. You have to be ready for it, ready to pounce.
Yep. I just posted a writerly blog post!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?!
Oh, and if you are ever feeling "dried up" creatively, think about buying one of these suckers:
|No, the big one! Big one!|
This is the Cat, leaving you with THAT whisker of wisdom.
Cheers and God Bless!