Muse - part deux

Day two: My muse was hard at work writing every line today.  I managed to get most of it down.  I'll need to read it back eventually but not yet. Today my muse gave me eighteen pages.  I thought I would try for 30 pages but my creaky back won't cooperate.  I left a note to myself on the last line of what might be next but that might change between now and when I wake up tomorrow morning.

I'm also trying to line up some references for this application. I'm hoping that I'll hear back on Monday if I can use their names/contact. I'm hopped up on the flow of creative juices.  I'm not sure what to do next but feeling very satisfied with my progress.  Ooo did I just jinx myself.  Nah! I'm good.  I'm going to make myself some Earl Grey Tea and break open one of the new books I've bought last night. I need something light and refreshing to cleanse the palate.  Not sure if I have a book title that fits the bill quite yet.

Last thing I wanted to mention: I had a dream that I had a porcupine resting in my arms and I was petting it's quills. At one point, the porcupine began to let go of its quills because it didn't want to be in my arms anymore. But I kept him in place, passing my hand over it's quills. It was important to keep him in my arms to pet him. Don't ask me why...it was a strange dream. Anyway, the quills would enter the flesh of my arms creating this sharp sensation of pain and pleasure. At one point I had one of the quills under my chin and when I yanked it, the barbed effect of the quill ripped the flesh into a bigger wound.  I woke up with a start, touching my chin and arms to see if any quills were left behind. Hmmm. Interesting, right?

Okay, that's all I have for tonight. With a curtsy I bid you adieu.

L~


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9:03 am

Last night I dreamt about vampires and succubi having a night of awakening where they changed into their true nature and the rest of the world would be their playing field. At morning light, no one but the changelings would remember.  It was a dark dream full of sinister desires.

Jumping thoughts...
A show host asked some actors (tv & theater), "which do you prefer, making money or doing theater?"  It made me laugh out loud because it's so true.  You do theater for the love of it. I miss it.  It's been years since I've worked on a theater project. I have skeletons of plays in my file cabinet...it's time to bring them back out into the light and flesh them out.

I remember skimming thru a short quick piece I had written long ago and I had a moment of "when did I write this?" It had been so long since I had seen that 10 minute play that I thought it belonged to someone else because I didn't remember every writing the words that were on the page.  Yes, it belonged to me, my name was on every page. Good lord the making of a mad woman.  I've gone on long enough, I need a shower and some breakfast to face my day.

Peace,

Lily

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Splintered Bloody Dream

I dreamt last night that I was climbing wooden stairs but they were jagged, splintered, and every step was a different height and shape.  Every step was precarious and unwieldy.  Every once in a while a large grey furry critter would scurry across my line of vision making me jump. I would reach out to the wall to hold on for support and the wall would become nebulous and amorphous making me misstep. When I faltered it would bring me very close to falling over onto these splintered planks and I knew that if I fell upon them it would mean unending pain. At one point, the image of a crown of thorns flashed through my brain and the stairs began to flood with blood. Making the stairwell slippery and I was falling neither being able to get back to the bottom to escape or getting to the top to finish the journey. Instead I was stuck in this mire of splintered fragments, blood and grey furry critters swimming beneath the surface.  Ergh.  Ick.  Let's just say that when I woke up the only thing that made me feel better was a long hot shower.  Talk about vivid dreams.

I'm off for a little pampering, a movie and then a little art supply shopping.  Yay!

Peace,
L~

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