me and my brain...

[lagilman]

Snow. Pretty, soft snow, which is a nice change from the sleet I woke to. It will all turn to rain soon enough, I'm sure, but for now I'm sitting drinking my tea and enjoying the pretty.

Apparently, my brain has decided that we're All Better, because it delivered unto me Very Strange Dreams involving feral children, a two-story "hidden house," large green poisonous snakes, leafy green vegetation, and Jay Lake (?) and then woke me up and announced that we were going to write today.

We are?

Oh yes.

Are you sure? Because that wasn't on my schedule...

Nope. Writing.

Oh. Okay. What?

Damned if I know. Go see what we've been shoving to the backburner. Go, get it done! Today's a writing day!

*sighs* Damned bossy brain...

(I'm still making cookies, though)

Comments

[house-draven.livejournal.com]

Brains are bossy things indeed. Mine doesn't tell me to write often enough-- it usually wants sleep. If it's trying to write your dream, though, it will be interesting to see what it comes up with out of that.

[joycemocha.livejournal.com]

Jay's Fred seems to like to wander through a lot of people's dreams.

(um--yeah, Fred in Jay's shape does the same thing to me sometimes)

[lagilman]

oh, for me the showing up of Jay (and it was Jay, although not recognizably Jay, and not Fred, and that sentence only makes sense if you spend too much time on LJ) was a case of "your brother remembers to call his mother and write new stories every two days, why can't you be more like your brother?"

Could have been worse. Could have been EBear mockappearing in my dream. Then I'd have to write a novella before New Year's.

(and if it were Catie... let's not go there. I wrote a book once in 6 weeks, but they were paying me for the pain)

[joycemocha.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. We couldn't have EBear! That would be..um, Nanoish.

Though it could make for an entertaining ride...