Yesterday’s project365 photo had to be a shot of the book I’ve been writing because I finally feel like I’m getting somewhere! I’m more than halfway through, thanks in part to the fact that I’ve cranked out a chapter a day for the past three days. And if I have time tonight I might just make it four.
A couple of people have asked me what the book is about so I figure now is as good a time as any to fill you in. As much as I hate-hate-hate, loathe entirely, the term “chick-lit,” it totally is. Guys, feel free to skim this part of the blog – I’ll let you know where to come back in.
The Book That Is Yet To Be Named is a lighthearted story about Allison Garner, a girl who returns to her tiny home town after attending college in the city. She’s fairly content with her small life until a sophisticated stranger comes to town and shakes things up. Eventually, she learns to find happiness in unexpected places.
Anyway, I’m seriously hoping to finish up my first draft in the next few weeks and get to polishing and expanding. And I plan on submitting it to agents and actually trying to be published. Other people do it, why can’t I? That’s kind of my philosophy these days.
Guys – you can jump back in anytime.
In other news, I’m kind of amazed that I wake up rested at all. If you know me very well, you know that I have crazy dreams on almost a nightly basis. So crazy, that I started keeping a dream journal just because they can be so screwed up – and sometimes pretty funny. This week has been no exception.
Last night, I was in line at McDonald’s (which isn’t someplace I normally dream about), when a local politician walked in and went straight to the front of the line. He got his pancakes and sausage immediately and sat down at a counter to eat, when a man near the back of the restaurant stood up, enraged. He shouted something about how he’d been waiting for an hour for the same meal and they gave the other guy his. As he walked out the door, he said he was going to blow the place up. Naturally, this place is right across the street from my house, so I spend the next few days watching out my window, waiting for the place to blow up and wondering if I’m far enough away or if it’ll get me, too. Eventually it does blow up and several people are inside when it happens so it’s tragic. The next thing I know, I’m on a college campus where a marching band/symphony is doing a tribute to those who lost their lives to the Mickey D’s bomber. I’m talking to one of the trumpet players who tells me that the band lost several of it’s own to the explosion including it’s best trumpet player. Then he leans over and tells me that while he’ll miss his friend, he’s always wanted to be first chair in the band.
And then I woke up. Morals of the dream: politicians shouldn’t put themselves first or there will be consequences, too much McDonalds will make you “blow up” and people in band are just never cool. (Kidding, band kids.) 🙂
I think I’ll start posting more of my crazy dreams – analyzed, of course – on here. If you find them funny, tell me. If I’m the only person who thinks they’re amusing , tell me to shut up. K? K.
Peace and love (and hopefully sweet dreams!)