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Very few people who read this will understand this, but... I am thinking about rewriting my, um, "famous" story, "Cold Fire", to reflect the new FoxBox TMNT cartoon. I hated the old 80's cartoon anyway, and I hate how my story is based on it. So... Dawn, Renet, Sharee... what do you think? (and is Sharee still here?)
Feb. 28th, 2006
Very few people who read this will understand this, but... I am thinking about rewriting my, um, "famous" story, "Cold Fire", to reflect the new FoxBox TMNT cartoon. I hated the old 80's cartoon anyway, and I hate how my story is based on it. So... Dawn, Renet, Sharee... what do you think? (and is Sharee still here?)
Very few people who read this will understand this, but... I am thinking about rewriting my, um, "famous" story, "Cold Fire", to reflect the new FoxBox TMNT cartoon. I hated the old 80's cartoon anyway, and I hate how my story is based on it. So... Dawn, Renet, Sharee... what do you think? (and is Sharee still here?)
Last night, I had one of the most fascinating, involved dreams I have had in a long time.
It was sort of an account of Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Later Years. I, the dreamer, moved in and out of being Buffy, as I am wont to do in dreams.
Here, Buffy was my age, 26, and living somewhere unidentified with a loving boyfriend named David. She also had developed very strong powers of precognition and telekinesis; all her premonitions came true in some form, and even if she changed events to alter the future, parts still happened. David, too, had some psychic talent, specifically telepathy and pyrokinesis, which made the two of them work well together. David's sister had been a Slayer, but she'd been killed by a vampire.
The dream began as though in the middle of an episode. Buffy and David were tracking down a group of demons. They had gone to an oracle for help. When they had no leads, they went back to the oracle and decided that in two days -- Friday -- they'd go out to the woods and track down the demons and try to kill them. I was Buffy, for a few moments, while we talked with the oracle. I had a sudden premonition that threw me to the floor -- I saw David and myself in the woods being attacked by five demon assassins. And one of them stabbed David in the back, killing him. I came out of it sobbing and screaming, wrapping my arms around David and crying, "No, don't, we can't, we can't!" David asked what was wrong, and I said point-blank, "You're going to die on Friday." He blanched, but assured me that we'd find a way to change it -- that in fact, we'd go to the woods today and take care of it, so he wouldn't get killed on Friday.
And by now I assume we all know what happens.
We went out to the woods, and it happened -- David was stabbed and killed. In shock and rage, I threw myself over his body, blasted all the demons telekinetically, and cried for a while. Because before that, we had talked about getting engaged maybe next year. I called his family, and their coroner friend came and took away the body. I went back to the oracle and David's family, and met his little brother, who seemed too wise for his age. We discovered that David had been hiding a secret that may have meant he wasn't permanently dead -- that he could come back. The brother kept saying that it had been David's brief service in the Supernatural Military that killed him; I/Buffy kept reassuring him that it had not been that. As it turned out, David's whole family knew this interesting ressurection secret and had not yet told the younger son. So the dream ended with me/Buffy on a quest to find out how to get my/our boyfriend back from the dead.
I'm hoping I have the continuation tonight. I could turn this into a new work of fiction (using my own characters, obviously).
After I woke up, however, I was very disoriented, still believing I had been in this other world. Tuesday was scratching and mrrring at the door, almost meowing (which is rare, so I knew she'd been calling for a while), so I let her in and climbed back into bed. Tuesday immediately ran to me and began enthustiastically purring and licking me -- hands, face, arm -- possibly in gratitude for letting her in finally. Or maybe apologizing because I had kicked her out earlier for being a pain and knocking things over. She jumped onto the long bureau under the window, looked out at the front yard for a while, then jumped back onto the bed and curled up near my ankles like usual. When I woke up with the alarm three hour later, I kissed her goodbye, waking her long enough to see her yawn and reach for me with a paw. Then I went to work.
It was sort of an account of Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Later Years. I, the dreamer, moved in and out of being Buffy, as I am wont to do in dreams.
Here, Buffy was my age, 26, and living somewhere unidentified with a loving boyfriend named David. She also had developed very strong powers of precognition and telekinesis; all her premonitions came true in some form, and even if she changed events to alter the future, parts still happened. David, too, had some psychic talent, specifically telepathy and pyrokinesis, which made the two of them work well together. David's sister had been a Slayer, but she'd been killed by a vampire.
The dream began as though in the middle of an episode. Buffy and David were tracking down a group of demons. They had gone to an oracle for help. When they had no leads, they went back to the oracle and decided that in two days -- Friday -- they'd go out to the woods and track down the demons and try to kill them. I was Buffy, for a few moments, while we talked with the oracle. I had a sudden premonition that threw me to the floor -- I saw David and myself in the woods being attacked by five demon assassins. And one of them stabbed David in the back, killing him. I came out of it sobbing and screaming, wrapping my arms around David and crying, "No, don't, we can't, we can't!" David asked what was wrong, and I said point-blank, "You're going to die on Friday." He blanched, but assured me that we'd find a way to change it -- that in fact, we'd go to the woods today and take care of it, so he wouldn't get killed on Friday.
And by now I assume we all know what happens.
We went out to the woods, and it happened -- David was stabbed and killed. In shock and rage, I threw myself over his body, blasted all the demons telekinetically, and cried for a while. Because before that, we had talked about getting engaged maybe next year. I called his family, and their coroner friend came and took away the body. I went back to the oracle and David's family, and met his little brother, who seemed too wise for his age. We discovered that David had been hiding a secret that may have meant he wasn't permanently dead -- that he could come back. The brother kept saying that it had been David's brief service in the Supernatural Military that killed him; I/Buffy kept reassuring him that it had not been that. As it turned out, David's whole family knew this interesting ressurection secret and had not yet told the younger son. So the dream ended with me/Buffy on a quest to find out how to get my/our boyfriend back from the dead.
I'm hoping I have the continuation tonight. I could turn this into a new work of fiction (using my own characters, obviously).
After I woke up, however, I was very disoriented, still believing I had been in this other world. Tuesday was scratching and mrrring at the door, almost meowing (which is rare, so I knew she'd been calling for a while), so I let her in and climbed back into bed. Tuesday immediately ran to me and began enthustiastically purring and licking me -- hands, face, arm -- possibly in gratitude for letting her in finally. Or maybe apologizing because I had kicked her out earlier for being a pain and knocking things over. She jumped onto the long bureau under the window, looked out at the front yard for a while, then jumped back onto the bed and curled up near my ankles like usual. When I woke up with the alarm three hour later, I kissed her goodbye, waking her long enough to see her yawn and reach for me with a paw. Then I went to work.
Last night, I had one of the most fascinating, involved dreams I have had in a long time.
It was sort of an account of Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Later Years. I, the dreamer, moved in and out of being Buffy, as I am wont to do in dreams.
Here, Buffy was my age, 26, and living somewhere unidentified with a loving boyfriend named David. She also had developed very strong powers of precognition and telekinesis; all her premonitions came true in some form, and even if she changed events to alter the future, parts still happened. David, too, had some psychic talent, specifically telepathy and pyrokinesis, which made the two of them work well together. David's sister had been a Slayer, but she'd been killed by a vampire.
The dream began as though in the middle of an episode. Buffy and David were tracking down a group of demons. They had gone to an oracle for help. When they had no leads, they went back to the oracle and decided that in two days -- Friday -- they'd go out to the woods and track down the demons and try to kill them. I was Buffy, for a few moments, while we talked with the oracle. I had a sudden premonition that threw me to the floor -- I saw David and myself in the woods being attacked by five demon assassins. And one of them stabbed David in the back, killing him. I came out of it sobbing and screaming, wrapping my arms around David and crying, "No, don't, we can't, we can't!" David asked what was wrong, and I said point-blank, "You're going to die on Friday." He blanched, but assured me that we'd find a way to change it -- that in fact, we'd go to the woods today and take care of it, so he wouldn't get killed on Friday.
And by now I assume we all know what happens.
We went out to the woods, and it happened -- David was stabbed and killed. In shock and rage, I threw myself over his body, blasted all the demons telekinetically, and cried for a while. Because before that, we had talked about getting engaged maybe next year. I called his family, and their coroner friend came and took away the body. I went back to the oracle and David's family, and met his little brother, who seemed too wise for his age. We discovered that David had been hiding a secret that may have meant he wasn't permanently dead -- that he could come back. The brother kept saying that it had been David's brief service in the Supernatural Military that killed him; I/Buffy kept reassuring him that it had not been that. As it turned out, David's whole family knew this interesting ressurection secret and had not yet told the younger son. So the dream ended with me/Buffy on a quest to find out how to get my/our boyfriend back from the dead.
I'm hoping I have the continuation tonight. I could turn this into a new work of fiction (using my own characters, obviously).
After I woke up, however, I was very disoriented, still believing I had been in this other world. Tuesday was scratching and mrrring at the door, almost meowing (which is rare, so I knew she'd been calling for a while), so I let her in and climbed back into bed. Tuesday immediately ran to me and began enthustiastically purring and licking me -- hands, face, arm -- possibly in gratitude for letting her in finally. Or maybe apologizing because I had kicked her out earlier for being a pain and knocking things over. She jumped onto the long bureau under the window, looked out at the front yard for a while, then jumped back onto the bed and curled up near my ankles like usual. When I woke up with the alarm three hour later, I kissed her goodbye, waking her long enough to see her yawn and reach for me with a paw. Then I went to work.
It was sort of an account of Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Later Years. I, the dreamer, moved in and out of being Buffy, as I am wont to do in dreams.
Here, Buffy was my age, 26, and living somewhere unidentified with a loving boyfriend named David. She also had developed very strong powers of precognition and telekinesis; all her premonitions came true in some form, and even if she changed events to alter the future, parts still happened. David, too, had some psychic talent, specifically telepathy and pyrokinesis, which made the two of them work well together. David's sister had been a Slayer, but she'd been killed by a vampire.
The dream began as though in the middle of an episode. Buffy and David were tracking down a group of demons. They had gone to an oracle for help. When they had no leads, they went back to the oracle and decided that in two days -- Friday -- they'd go out to the woods and track down the demons and try to kill them. I was Buffy, for a few moments, while we talked with the oracle. I had a sudden premonition that threw me to the floor -- I saw David and myself in the woods being attacked by five demon assassins. And one of them stabbed David in the back, killing him. I came out of it sobbing and screaming, wrapping my arms around David and crying, "No, don't, we can't, we can't!" David asked what was wrong, and I said point-blank, "You're going to die on Friday." He blanched, but assured me that we'd find a way to change it -- that in fact, we'd go to the woods today and take care of it, so he wouldn't get killed on Friday.
And by now I assume we all know what happens.
We went out to the woods, and it happened -- David was stabbed and killed. In shock and rage, I threw myself over his body, blasted all the demons telekinetically, and cried for a while. Because before that, we had talked about getting engaged maybe next year. I called his family, and their coroner friend came and took away the body. I went back to the oracle and David's family, and met his little brother, who seemed too wise for his age. We discovered that David had been hiding a secret that may have meant he wasn't permanently dead -- that he could come back. The brother kept saying that it had been David's brief service in the Supernatural Military that killed him; I/Buffy kept reassuring him that it had not been that. As it turned out, David's whole family knew this interesting ressurection secret and had not yet told the younger son. So the dream ended with me/Buffy on a quest to find out how to get my/our boyfriend back from the dead.
I'm hoping I have the continuation tonight. I could turn this into a new work of fiction (using my own characters, obviously).
After I woke up, however, I was very disoriented, still believing I had been in this other world. Tuesday was scratching and mrrring at the door, almost meowing (which is rare, so I knew she'd been calling for a while), so I let her in and climbed back into bed. Tuesday immediately ran to me and began enthustiastically purring and licking me -- hands, face, arm -- possibly in gratitude for letting her in finally. Or maybe apologizing because I had kicked her out earlier for being a pain and knocking things over. She jumped onto the long bureau under the window, looked out at the front yard for a while, then jumped back onto the bed and curled up near my ankles like usual. When I woke up with the alarm three hour later, I kissed her goodbye, waking her long enough to see her yawn and reach for me with a paw. Then I went to work.
Last night, I had one of the most fascinating, involved dreams I have had in a long time.
It was sort of an account of Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Later Years. I, the dreamer, moved in and out of being Buffy, as I am wont to do in dreams.
Here, Buffy was my age, 26, and living somewhere unidentified with a loving boyfriend named David. She also had developed very strong powers of precognition and telekinesis; all her premonitions came true in some form, and even if she changed events to alter the future, parts still happened. David, too, had some psychic talent, specifically telepathy and pyrokinesis, which made the two of them work well together. David's sister had been a Slayer, but she'd been killed by a vampire.
The dream began as though in the middle of an episode. Buffy and David were tracking down a group of demons. They had gone to an oracle for help. When they had no leads, they went back to the oracle and decided that in two days -- Friday -- they'd go out to the woods and track down the demons and try to kill them. I was Buffy, for a few moments, while we talked with the oracle. I had a sudden premonition that threw me to the floor -- I saw David and myself in the woods being attacked by five demon assassins. And one of them stabbed David in the back, killing him. I came out of it sobbing and screaming, wrapping my arms around David and crying, "No, don't, we can't, we can't!" David asked what was wrong, and I said point-blank, "You're going to die on Friday." He blanched, but assured me that we'd find a way to change it -- that in fact, we'd go to the woods today and take care of it, so he wouldn't get killed on Friday.
And by now I assume we all know what happens.
We went out to the woods, and it happened -- David was stabbed and killed. In shock and rage, I threw myself over his body, blasted all the demons telekinetically, and cried for a while. Because before that, we had talked about getting engaged maybe next year. I called his family, and their coroner friend came and took away the body. I went back to the oracle and David's family, and met his little brother, who seemed too wise for his age. We discovered that David had been hiding a secret that may have meant he wasn't permanently dead -- that he could come back. The brother kept saying that it had been David's brief service in the Supernatural Military that killed him; I/Buffy kept reassuring him that it had not been that. As it turned out, David's whole family knew this interesting ressurection secret and had not yet told the younger son. So the dream ended with me/Buffy on a quest to find out how to get my/our boyfriend back from the dead.
I'm hoping I have the continuation tonight. I could turn this into a new work of fiction (using my own characters, obviously).
After I woke up, however, I was very disoriented, still believing I had been in this other world. Tuesday was scratching and mrrring at the door, almost meowing (which is rare, so I knew she'd been calling for a while), so I let her in and climbed back into bed. Tuesday immediately ran to me and began enthustiastically purring and licking me -- hands, face, arm -- possibly in gratitude for letting her in finally. Or maybe apologizing because I had kicked her out earlier for being a pain and knocking things over. She jumped onto the long bureau under the window, looked out at the front yard for a while, then jumped back onto the bed and curled up near my ankles like usual. When I woke up with the alarm three hour later, I kissed her goodbye, waking her long enough to see her yawn and reach for me with a paw. Then I went to work.
It was sort of an account of Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Later Years. I, the dreamer, moved in and out of being Buffy, as I am wont to do in dreams.
Here, Buffy was my age, 26, and living somewhere unidentified with a loving boyfriend named David. She also had developed very strong powers of precognition and telekinesis; all her premonitions came true in some form, and even if she changed events to alter the future, parts still happened. David, too, had some psychic talent, specifically telepathy and pyrokinesis, which made the two of them work well together. David's sister had been a Slayer, but she'd been killed by a vampire.
The dream began as though in the middle of an episode. Buffy and David were tracking down a group of demons. They had gone to an oracle for help. When they had no leads, they went back to the oracle and decided that in two days -- Friday -- they'd go out to the woods and track down the demons and try to kill them. I was Buffy, for a few moments, while we talked with the oracle. I had a sudden premonition that threw me to the floor -- I saw David and myself in the woods being attacked by five demon assassins. And one of them stabbed David in the back, killing him. I came out of it sobbing and screaming, wrapping my arms around David and crying, "No, don't, we can't, we can't!" David asked what was wrong, and I said point-blank, "You're going to die on Friday." He blanched, but assured me that we'd find a way to change it -- that in fact, we'd go to the woods today and take care of it, so he wouldn't get killed on Friday.
And by now I assume we all know what happens.
We went out to the woods, and it happened -- David was stabbed and killed. In shock and rage, I threw myself over his body, blasted all the demons telekinetically, and cried for a while. Because before that, we had talked about getting engaged maybe next year. I called his family, and their coroner friend came and took away the body. I went back to the oracle and David's family, and met his little brother, who seemed too wise for his age. We discovered that David had been hiding a secret that may have meant he wasn't permanently dead -- that he could come back. The brother kept saying that it had been David's brief service in the Supernatural Military that killed him; I/Buffy kept reassuring him that it had not been that. As it turned out, David's whole family knew this interesting ressurection secret and had not yet told the younger son. So the dream ended with me/Buffy on a quest to find out how to get my/our boyfriend back from the dead.
I'm hoping I have the continuation tonight. I could turn this into a new work of fiction (using my own characters, obviously).
After I woke up, however, I was very disoriented, still believing I had been in this other world. Tuesday was scratching and mrrring at the door, almost meowing (which is rare, so I knew she'd been calling for a while), so I let her in and climbed back into bed. Tuesday immediately ran to me and began enthustiastically purring and licking me -- hands, face, arm -- possibly in gratitude for letting her in finally. Or maybe apologizing because I had kicked her out earlier for being a pain and knocking things over. She jumped onto the long bureau under the window, looked out at the front yard for a while, then jumped back onto the bed and curled up near my ankles like usual. When I woke up with the alarm three hour later, I kissed her goodbye, waking her long enough to see her yawn and reach for me with a paw. Then I went to work.
that's all, that's all
Feb. 28th, 2006 07:56 pmAll afternoon, I have been trying to figure out the source of the anxiety, the odd flutter in my stomach, the pain in my head. Aside from a simple partial seizure, rather. And then I realized: I just miss my husband and I haven't been letting it out as much as I should have. He will be home on Monday. I'll be fine, because this weekend will be Girl's Weekend with Lena and Charlotte.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
that's all, that's all
Feb. 28th, 2006 07:56 pmAll afternoon, I have been trying to figure out the source of the anxiety, the odd flutter in my stomach, the pain in my head. Aside from a simple partial seizure, rather. And then I realized: I just miss my husband and I haven't been letting it out as much as I should have. He will be home on Monday. I'll be fine, because this weekend will be Girl's Weekend with Lena and Charlotte.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
that's all, that's all
Feb. 28th, 2006 07:56 pmAll afternoon, I have been trying to figure out the source of the anxiety, the odd flutter in my stomach, the pain in my head. Aside from a simple partial seizure, rather. And then I realized: I just miss my husband and I haven't been letting it out as much as I should have. He will be home on Monday. I'll be fine, because this weekend will be Girl's Weekend with Lena and Charlotte.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.
I have been having daydreams about finally getting the book finished and then actually published, and in the daydreams I have been hysterical, paralyzed, hyperventilating, completely panicked. So I have realized the problem that I really am terrified. I shouldn't be. I'm a writer, it's what I am supposed to do. And I am letting fear hurt me. Don't you just hate that?
Still on Chapter Twenty. I should be two chapters ahead buy now. Maybe I am doing something wrong. There is probably a scene out of place. I will not tell myself that I am a bad writer. I will not, I will not.