Ah, the morning is here, and I’m actually catching up on my sleep. Sure, I have a fair amount of running to do today, and I need to find another airbed before returning to The Undisclosed Location, but I will get to it, and I’ll be victorious before the evening arrives.
My daughter’s birthday is coming up, and I find that I have another task I need to undertake. It’s nothing completely crazy, but it’s going to take some time, because I need to make sure I get everything right. She’s made a request, and who am I to say no? Well, it’s easy to say no, but for this, I don’t really want to.
The dreams last night were–well, they could have been better. It seems that once I am in Dreamland, my subconscious seems to want to beat up on me. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t good, either. It’s a very rare occasion when I find I have a dream that speaks to me with a little comfort and care, and when they do come along–as one did Thursday night–they don’t stay with me very long. It just seems as if my mind likes to point out that everything I do is an uphill battle, and if my head gets too big about anything, I’m going to get a smackdown.
However, there are moments when I start to wake, and things do come to me . . .
Of late, I’ve been in a bit of a funk. My Muse pointed this out to me yesterday, as she was catching up with a week worth of posts here. She wanted to know what was bothering me, and to be honest, really honest, I can’t put my fingers on it. (Maybe it’s a keyboard, hence fingers! Yuk, yuk, yuk!)
But I’ve felt . . . something. A little strangeness that’s not been there for a while. Maybe it those old feelings of depression trying to reassert themselves once again. I did stop by and see my old therapist the other days, and those she wasn’t in, we were able to speak by phone for a few minutes later. Before I returned to The Undisclosed Location, and the sameness there–and the leaking bed I need to replace today.
Back to the morning, however–
I’ve had a scene building in my head. I would say, “Building itself,” but I’m the builder here, Bob, and these scenes aren’t going to build themselves. It’s an interesting scene, because it’s a prologue to a novel. I won’t get into a debate of whether or not a prologue is needed or not, but for this novel I’m building in my head, it is. It’s very much needed, because without it, I might not have an understanding of the dynamic of the characters within the story.
The prologue is actually in several sections, taking place all over the world, most of it happening within a matter of minutes on the same day. And, not to brag, but one part of it, if I get the description down pat, is going to look and feel beautiful. It’s not going to be easy to convey, but I can do it–I can bring that beauty. I can get this thing started. I just need a title, a time line, and I can bring the magic.
As My Muse said to me yesterday, “Ray . . . write the damn story.”
No better words have been spoken.
At least she wasn’t holding a gun to my head.
A twofor for you today! I have a guest post up on the blog of the lovely Cassandre Dayne, to help celebrate the release of my new story, Captivate and Control. So pop on in, see what I have to say, and buy a book!