Cup of tea? Check.
Made cat believe I gave him fresh canned food but really just stirred up what I left out last night? Check.
A bit annoyed that said cat woke me up at 3:52 instead of his usual 6:00? Double check.
Good morning blog-verse. How are you this dark, cold morning? Me, fine, despite the ridiculous hour at which I now find myself typing.
I did discover I missed the Insecure Writer's Support Group post yesterday. Again. Alex J. Cavanaugh hosts it the first Wednesday of each month. There's an amazing list of bloggers participating. Maybe if I wrote it on my calender I'd remember. Grrr....
No more crazy dreams-turned-novels, but I have been contemplating the last one (not the Harry Potter dream, mind you) as well as two others I've had in the past. What is it about our subconscious that creates such crazy stories while we're sleeping. Your body's asleep but your mind is in overdrive! I have been told I think too much, that I'm too much of an internal person. Perhaps this is why my imagination is so fertile. Who knows? I just think it's because I read too much...
But seriously, stories are marvelous things, aren't they? They paint for us a different reality. One flash of inspiration and WHAM we're off and running down a path previously undiscovered. What could be at the other end? What will we find, who will we meet along the way? Who knows? There's only one way to find out.
Follow your yellow brick road, tumble down those rabbit trails, heck, pry open that wardrobe door if you have to. Just whatever you do, don't hesitate to wander. Me? I'm off down a rabbit trail right now...
...even if it's stupid early a.m.