1/5/09
Cold, Dreams, and Other Things
I am very relieved and happy to say that this year is already looking up. I was so high on cloud nine after an awesome email this morning, some rough stuff only dented my resolve today. Yip!
It was very cold today...so the laundry didn't get done (the machines are in the garage) and tidying was ignored. But I put away my Christmas mantle and dusted, re-hung some pictures, and did dishes!
Yesterday, I nipped (as fast as one can with two rascally children) into Half Price books to satiate my newest obsession: Charlaine Harris. Yes, she writes vampire books. I bought three of her Southern Vampire books--taking my grand total to 4. I devoured two yesterday and am half way through with the third, which unfortunately was not the next book...I skipped two books...thankfully I am not totally lost as Ms. Harris fills in backstory. I also picked up three more Laurell K. Hamilton books--I now only need two more to complete my collection. Now, I have read all over her books numerous times, but I hate not having all of her books at my finger tips when I am in the mood for...different things. Hmm, that sounds dirty. It's not meant to be--well maybe slightly--her books have a wide range of characters, plots and magic. There.
Speaking of Ms. Hamilton, I have been having very weird dreams lately. Mine tend to be vivid and usually takes me a moment after waking up to decide if they are real or not. But they are always therapeutic. Well, this past week I dreamed of Laurell and her husband, I was asking them for advice and if they knew where my friend Ryan was. I miss him you see, haven't seen him in years and bizarrely I thought that since they are Wiccan as Ryan is they would know_where_he_is. Yeah that works, nevermind they live in St. Louis and Ryan (last I knew) lived here in San Antonio. Now, it isn't as weird as it seems, because I read Laurell's blog daily, and I had read it right before I went to bed and I have been wondering lately what my big Nordic bear of a friend is up to. (It just occurred to me to look him up in the phonebook, but he has a very common name though...maybe....hmmm, I have a lot to thing about now). As strange it is to dream about Laurell K Hamilton because of her blog, I also had a dream about Dooce: I dreamed about toys her daughter may have got for Christmas, probably the same Princess toys Lori got. And sadly, it is NOT the first time I have dreamed about Dooce. Yeah, I really do read blogs A LOT (perhaps too much--oh well). I also had a very therapeutic dream where I screamed at all those that had wronged me. So therapeutic, I might use this in a future meditation session. Grin.
Onto other things, my lap top should be here any day. I am looking forward to using it to blog more and write more. Sometimes the muse strikes when I am away from the computer, esp. when I am snug in bed and don't want to leave the covers. I have identified myself as a writer for most of my life and when a writer IS not writing, it feels wrong and off. And it's damn time for me to get over my writing quirks and issues.
To quote one of my favourite songs:
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Labels: cleaning, daily rant, dreams, writing
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