Actually, no it doesn’t. It’s only 32 degrees outside.
Dang.
I had a dream about kissing Matt Nathanson. It was incredibly awkward. His wife was there and got [justifiably] pissed off. Matt didn’t seem to care (his actual words were I don’t care), but she started hucking Little Golden Books at me frisbee-style. Those suckers have sharp corners.
Bob called me a home wrecker.*
For the record: Matt totally started it.
This is my brain and welcome to it.
I started a new writing project a couple weeks ago. (Because why not?) Sheep and I were buried under blankets in bed, half asleep, and the idea quite literally popped into my head out of nowhere. I don’t know what inspired it, but there it was. At the time I was thinking about sleep, not writing. It’s nothing terribly ground breaking in the idea department, but it includes themes I haven’t actually written before, so it’s different for me. The main character actually has a kid (whom she had as a teenager) and the token Matt character actually gets to be her love interest instead of her brother or her friend or some other side character. My main characters never have kids and Matt is the perpetual proverbial bridesmaid. (Although Kate dates/loves/marries Michael, who has two kids from a previous marriage.) (And once upon a time Abbey dated Matt in college but it didn’t last and now she’s with his best friend Brad—who introduced them in the first place.) Like I said, nothing groundbreaking, just weird different for me.
And I’m not exactly disappointed in my progress either.
Seventeen thousand words on one project in two weeks?
I’ll take it.
*In real life. Not the dream. He was conveniently missing in the dream.
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