La-de-da

[mmerriam]

Now that the novel is finished, I find myself basically hanging around limply. I should submit some short stories, but I can't seem to work up the energy to do. I need to get ready for game night tomorrow, but, yeah, whatever. Right now my brain wants nothing to do with being a writer. I have managed to catch up the laundry.

So I spent today reading mrissa's book. It is a damn fine piece of storytelling, just fyi.

The Reverend Selena keeps placing her rattle mouse in the middle of the doorway leading from the hall to the living room. She does this only at night, after careswen and I have gone to bed. So of course, since I sleep erratically, I get up every night and step on it. A part of me thinks she does it to warn herself that I'm up and about, but that would mean she is purposely using the rattle mouse as a tool. There are implications in that idea.

I had an odd dream last night. No really, for me this is momentous, because I hardly ever remember dreams. I dreamed I was having a party, and everyone who has ever been a positive influence on me was there. Loved ones, friends, people I've worked with, faces I barely remembered in my waking mind. We were all in this abandoned hotel (which had made appearances in my dreams before). We had this great party, and then everyone left. As they all walked out into the street, I waved good-bye at them until they were all safely in their cars, then I closed this garage door and locked it. I turned around and found myself facing a big old empty hotel. The only people left were two I did not recognize; a surly goth girl and a stoned out guy with greasy hair. I remember thinking to myself, "Now why are those two still here?" Then I woke up.

Weird.

I'm going to go pick out something for dinner.

In Peace
Michael