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Books-SK-Bad Moon Rising

Here's my heart on my sleeve ...

Ohmigod! Guys, I almost don't know where to start with this post because I have SUCH AWESOME THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT! To the journal, posthaste!

First and foremost, the earlier conversations I posted to the journal this morning did indeed take place. Mostly. I might have added in the speculatory parts about what the noises were that my mom and Heather were making. I mean, they made the noises, I'm just not sure what they were intending the noises to convey. Also, I had to add some backstory into the first one. Because you wouldn't have understood it otherwise. That's really beside the point, though. Those conversations took place. Just not exactly as written. It's called creative license. Or something.

Secondly, I posted a crap load of pictures on Twitter this morning, mostly of my socks and shoes. Somehow the correlation between my polka dot shoes and a hooker who services Minnie Mouse fetishists was drawn. Don't ask how. I have now been asked to provide a Venn diagram showing how finding my niche in writing werewolf porn is not so different from being a Minnie Mouse impersonating hooker. This is as far as I got:

Well, I did manage the circles. That must count for something. I should have hand drawn them, though. Shaky, not-quite-round circles would have made my failure so much more complete.

Third, as long as we're talking about werewolf porn:

I suck. What's that? 300 words. Maybe. In my defense, I didn't plan on doing any writing today what with the birthday party and all. But I was half-napping and the opening for the next chapter just popped into my head. I HAD to write it. HAD TO. So I did.

Fourth, I've been having the freaking weirdest dreams lately. Like, whoa. In one of them I was investigating a group of people who were using eugenics to create a superbreed of humans. Honestly, I had a vague understanding of what eugenics were (or is it "is"?) so I went and looked it up:
The study of or belief in the possibility of improving the qualities of the human species or a human population, esp. by such means as discouraging reproduction by persons having genetic defects or presumed to have inheritable undesirable traits (negative eugenics) or encouraging reproduction by persons presumed to have inheritable desirable traits (positive eugenics).
The study of hereditary improvement of the human race by controlled selective breeding.

OMG! I used the word properly in my semi-conscious state. My brain is way smarter than me! Also, I see the beginnings of a story. Love!

I think I need to stop now because I'm going to use up all my creative mojo for the next few weeks in this one post of awesome! That would be unwise.

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Even when you fail, you fail adorably.

Thank you, dearest! I did try. And then I got distracted.

At least your dreams are more interesting than mine lately.
I just had a dream last night that was set in a romantic comedy setting staring Meryl Strep and George Clooney.
They were both toy dog breeders that meet at a show dog competition.
It was basically just like 1930s screwball romantic comedies and Meryl's craziness was turning George's life upside down.
Go Meryl!
The significance of it all is lost on me, other than maybe my subconscious just thought it was funny to see George Clooney holding a small toy chihuahua as an accessory very much like what you see in a Paris Hilton or Mickey Rourke red carpet photo op.

My dreams have been freaking awesome lately! For the record, if I dreamed about Meryl Streep I think I'd be scared.

I'd like to know just what was in that salsa yesterday........

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