Currently reading - Kitty and the Dead Man's Hand by Carrie Vaughn
I may have to skip editing AVT for a while. You see, I have this problem. A problem that leaves me very tired even after a full night's sleep.
When my conscious mind isn't engaged in creative writing, i.e. a current first draft project, for more than three weeks, my subconscious feels it needs to pick up the slack. As a result, I have had some very bizarre dreams lately. Two nights ago, I dreamed I was a Jedi trying to protect a street kid from an assassin droid while investigating why the 'droid (or its master) wanted the kid dead. The droid was an odd combination of IG-88, General Grieveous and a Terminator, not to mention my lightsabre could barely cut through it.
Have I mentioned my subconscious prefers fan fic?
Needless to say, I woke up Sunday morning absolutely freakin' exhausted.
Once I start a first draft project, the dreams go back to normal crap-like being in the middle of Sears with no clothes. And I don't feel like I've been battling assassin droids all night when I wake up.
Yep, definitely need to work on something new. It was the Borg last night. I don't know how much longer I can survive.
An Acceptance, in rough times
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