Busy, busy day, though not as busy as I might have been. Editing, shopping, lunch, more editing, TV, and finally getting my Halloween story set up in Scrivener. Up at 6:30, down at 11:15.
Not a bad stretch.
TV consisted of sitting in the dark and watching the last Doctor Who episode until Christmas. We sat in the dark because the Internet said we were suppose to do this, probably to make The Weeping Angels that much more frightening than they already are.
It was a good departure episode, for it was time for the Ponds to leave and make way for a new Companion. As I like to say, Moffat is Evil–I should make a meme out of that, but I’m too lazy–and he teases you, yes he does. He loves to play with time, as well, but then, what would you expect from the man who invented Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Whimey Stuff?
After the show, then it was up to get my Halloween story ready. I’ve through of a basic concept, and my daughter gave me some ideas that I may, or may not, use–some of which I’d love to use–so all I needed was a title, which was driving me nuts. I finally hit on something, which brought about the response, “No one can pronounce that!” Not my problamo, dig? I’m just the writer. Besides, I know what it says, so I’m not worried.
When dream time came, I was pretty much ready. I took a nap during the day, so it was probably closer to midnight when I finally fell asleep, but then came the dreams . . . oh, my. Talk about not so much out there while being out there.
There was a company, and a lot of dancing in a huge space where we were building something. One of my friends was a female humantaur (looking like a human with four legs; think of a centaur without the horse body) dressed pretty much as I imagine one of the characters in my story will be dressed–and she even had a pointy hat. There was driving around and visiting towns with friends. There was my trying to pick out a tie for the owner of the company. There was a lot of coffee–like, we’re talking, twenty gallon vats.
Oh, and there was a Weeping Angel going around trying to zap people into the past. I know because I saw it a few times as it followed me around. I think it was avoiding me, though, because I was with a witch friend, and I was in my witch dress and hat–yeah, I was.
I’m a cute witch, too. You gotta trust me on this.
After the depressing dreams of the night before, last night was much better, even for all its strangeness. I don’t know, but there was a frivolity that said, “Don’t take this seriously, just go with the flow.” I wonder if this has something to do with my Halloween story, which is going to be, well, light and fun. Not with all the death and revenge and murder I had in my last story.
Naw. This’ll be fun. You know it’ll be fun when the first line is, “Hey, Witchbaby! Come here!”
Now all I have to do is write.