Well, isn’t this an interesting start to the week? Actually that happened last night when I was working on Fantasies in Harmonie, and I started working things out in the initial scene . . . then again, maybe it started with the dreams last night, which were very bizarre.
Lets get this in order, shall we?
First off, I didn’t think I was going to write a lot last night. I thought, “Yeah, did five hundred words last night, maybe do the same tonight.” Right. So I started writing after I got some information out of my ideas file and put into the current project. I looked at the layout of the cabin, and started in with a question asked and answered.
I had no real idea about what was going to be in the scene, what was going to happen, and yet, the moment I started writing I didn’t feel as if I was going to need to search for words. I knew what would happen, and I didn’t need to go into a lot of discussions about the why of being in the cabin–that’s probably left for tonight–but rather I wanted to show the ladies together as a group. It doesn’t get simpler than that.
So I have the set up, the witty banter, the insinuation that one of the women is into My Little Pony fan porn (we’ll call it “Fifty Shades of Flutershy”), the unsaid feeling that something isn’t right with one of the characters–it’s all there. It’s getting things set up for the big bangs to come–no pun intended.
I know tonight the words might not come out as easily as they did last night, but it felt good to be creating again. It’s a silly little story, but so what? It’s my story, and I feel for my characters. Maybe you’ll feel them, too, when you read this.
As for the dream–hey, lets spend some time with this madness now . . .
Of late my dreams haven’t been that important. They’ve been there, but nothing that has stood out, nothing that made me wake up and think, “What the hell was that all about?” That doesn’t mean I haven’t had my semi-waking moments, but it’s been nothing like the dreams I had last year.
This time, though–let me tell you. First I was out shopping, and no big deal there. I was in a modest skirt, sandals, tee shirt, the sort of thing one wears on a warm, sunny day.
That somehow transitioned to ending up in an adult clothing store, and I was trying on this black latex mini dress and boots combo, and the girl who was waiting on me was pretty much drooling as she watched me in the mirror. She kept calling me “Spider Queen” for no reason that was then apparent–
Then I was back home, and I was with someone I know, and she was having trouble containing herself. At one point she says, “Take me, Spider Queen,” and before you can say “Metebelis III,” I’ve got six arms and I’m doing some rather strange and kinky things to my friend, who is more or less mumbling “I love you” between moments of ecstasy.
I mean, what the hell? Me, the latex clad Spider Queen?
Maybe there’s a story in there–