In the final throes of my two weeks off, I’ve gotten doodley done on Old Dogs, or anything else. Well, I take that back. I have managed to rewrite/tweak/enhance/fuck with a scene I had already written. It’s something, eh? Granted I was out of town for four days and enjoying my time in North Carolina, so what am I bitching about? Inertia, or the lack thereof. I’m not precisely stuck anymore, but I’m not moving ahead either. As usual, ideas for stories other than the one I’ve committed myself to concentrating on are assaulting me, teasing me with possibilities. Ahh… the possibilities.
So, on the LOL Lit Forum, Larn (bless her!) has posted a prompt. Maybe this will do the trick. Now, to stop rattling here and go rattle some words into The Story. It should be easy enough to find a scene with some tension, right? Or maybe I’ll let Rayne come out to play for a bit. She’s feeling lonely and neglected. 😉
North Carolina was gorgeous and inspirational. Valerie and Daniel have informed me that part of their honeymoon will be spent in a cabin on a mountain just like the one I stayed in. Valerie’s fear of heights will come into play, just as my own did, on those steep and winding roads. At heart, I’m truly a flatlander, no shame in admitting it, right?
And I’ve got to stop having these cool adventure dreams. The premise of my dream a couple of nights ago wasn’t anything spectacular. Two women that are friends, two men that are friends, neither pair knows the other to begin with. But one of the women is abducted/disappears for whatever reason, and her friend enlists the help of/runs into these two guys/involves them somehow in her search for her friend. Turns out the friend was kidnapped, but as bait, to draw the second woman out so *she* can be taken, by some sort of dark cult/coven of baddies/insert name of your nefarious-type group here. So far, the men are serving mostly as transportation/moral support (there’s more slashes in this post than a Highlander erotic fanfic!). In the dream, I was in the role of the second woman and I remember being truly afraid for my friend. I found a couple of the women that were responsible for her abduction and got really angry, supremely pissed oof, as a matter of fact, and I/she punched one of them. The expression on the face of the ringleader was truly frightening and I remember thinking “Uh oh, I’m in trouble now.” Trouble is, I woke up before ever figuring out what to do. I was aware enough of my dreaming to know I was dreaming, therefore I wasn’t really scared, but still, it was very intense. Wish I could recall more details about the men; I guess that means whenever I get around to using this as book-fodder, I can make them whatever I want!
So, plenty of things to think about, still no progress being made. Tell me now, you’re tired of hearing me bitch about the same things over and over, aren’t you? It’s okay, you can tell me. I know I am.