Last night I dreamt about husbands swapping bodies, doting wives, demon dogs and baby snatching. All the people in the dream had great American names like Hank, Jimmy and Bobby (he was actual Bobby off of Supernatural.) There was a great twist at the end and I was surprised at the outcome. I woke up thinking, 'I should write this'.
If I'm not destined to be a writer then what? An emotional wreck floating through an office job pretending to enjoy talking to people?
In other news
The post 'Bad Wilde' was simply paranoia. I had nothing to worry about. Friend does not hate me, Facebook thing means nothing and I feel much better now.
1 comments:
The Juggler says:
1. there's no such thing as "being paranoid". There's people manipulating words and minds and come up with awesome excuses and ways to make others feel they make sense in things that do not make sense. "Being paranoid" means someone is trying to cover up something that should not have been uncovered.
2. I prefer Thunderpuss over swapping bodies husbands. Although, if (IF) worked out well, it could be the next Dark City.
The Juggler says:
1. Isn't Hank more of a German name? Doesn't feel American to be honest. Then again, it doesn't feel like much of a name at all. It's a rubbish name. Hank ... rimes with junk.
Good morning miss Wilde. Work on your NaNo. I'm trying to wrap up an impossibly long chapter (could be 3in1 actually) and finally move on.
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