Beware Pi Day, because it gave me a whammy.
The last couple of days have been one of frustration here at The Undisclosed Location. The temps are going up outside, which mean the temps are going up inside. However, my A/C isn’t working, and trying to get someone from the office that takes care of my domicile to understand that (1), it’s very warm in my little hole away from home, and someone should fix it, and (2), keeping the, ah-hem, windows open isn’t really an option, as it doesn’t really cool the place off much, and about one hundred feet from my windows is an 8-lane interstate.
They’ve indicated they’ll “get on it” today. For their sake, I hope so, because I don’t think they’ll enjoy me camping out on their doorstep every day.
There were also a number of distractions as well. I need to respond to a few comments that were in need of answering; an interview that I’ve been bugging someone for a couple of weeks on just popped up last night, and, I believe, there’d a deadline of Friday for this to be turned in, which means I have to do it today; I had to hunt up some calculations for someone who is trying to model their own solar system for the first time.
The downside of all this is I didn’t get to Transporting. At all. Not a word.
Boo to me.
After three weeks of solid work, it seemed like 10:30 rolled around pretty quickly, and given all that had gone before, I would have gotten to the story . . . but then I looked at the temp in the joint, checked the temp in the bedroom, said, “The hell with it,” and messed around for about 30 minutes before rolling off to sleep.
At least I slept well. Even if my dreams did consist, in part, of being stuck on a raft in the middle of nowhere, and having a pet octopus trying to drag my ass under . . . good times, I assure you.
Though it wasn’t a complete loss, because speaking of dreams . . .
No, not mine. Last night one of my distractions was talking to Annie. Well, her name isn’t really Annie, but she is the one who created Annie, who is the role playing character who is the “girlfriend” of my role playing character, Kerry. I’ve written about them before–most recently at Christmas–and though they aren’t played these days due to a lot of real life issues getting in our way, I still think of both characters a great deal.
What we discussed, in part, was a dream she had that was sort of about them, and sort of not. In her dream she’d see us collaborating on a novel about Annie and Kerry; in fact, she’d seen herself holding a finished book of what would appear to be their first year in school. During our discussion, she mentioned something else: that she’d had this dream before.
This was extremely interesting, because I’ve had that same dream–and I’ve had it more than once. As I told her, the last time I had the dream, we were both in the same room, on different computers, finishing up different parts of the manuscript, and bouncing ideas off each other.
Then I told her of an idea I had a while back, early January, maybe late December, that dovetailed into my NaNo Novel. The idea revolved around a later story with the main character from that novel, and in this story she’d encounter Annie and Kerry and experience a bit of a freak out moment, because she knew them very well–only, she knew them as fictional characters from her “old” world. The gist of this new story would actually involve my NaNo character taking them back to their school–the one I help build for our role play–and having her discover it, and all the people inside, to be living, breathing people that would make her question her own existence . . .
The thing my Annie liked about this idea was that it was a story. She said something interesting last night: it was that, right now, our character exist as fan fiction. There’s nothing wrong with that, however . . . she wants them to have their own stories. She wants them to have their own world.
She wants them to live their own lives, so to speak.
And I find that to be something I would love as well.
What does this mean? Does this mean my next project is doing another world build so that two character that another person and myself began developing a year ago, right around this time, can began to exist as their own literary creations? It doesn’t mean that, not at all. But you know . . . you give a writer an idea, and before you know it, they’re going to do something with it. And I already have so many ideas for these two kids that moving on to this wouldn’t be that great of a stretch–
Even when I’m not writing, it seems like I’m writing.
Gotta keep dreamin’, right?
