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Wednesday,
February 7, 2007
A Message from Your Subconscious: "Stop Worrying!"
I woke up this morning at my usual time, and felt absolutely awful, emotionally -- heavy, sad, as if nothing would ever be good again. At least I knew it was hormonal, so I made a command decision and went back to bed for another hour.
Which was what I needed, because it felt as if I'd dreamed for three solid hours. The last dream, which I woke up from, was of a young actress having a bit of a hissy fit with her director, wailing that she didn't know what to do, she had no idea where her character was going, she was LOST.
The director took her by the shoulders and said, "Let yourself bloom -- it's what you do best." In retrospect that may seem rather twee, but in the dream it meant, "Stop trying to intellectualize the creative process, you're tying yourself up in knots. Let it come naturally -- listen to your gut, and you'll know what to do."
My subconscious may be sneaky, but it speaks sooth to me. Heh.
And also
I'm
officially full-blown gonzo confused. How does a simply, jokey exclamation
that I came up with so as to not offend my more devout buds (namely, "holy
mother of Cthulhu!") suddenly turn into a whimsical monster's moms antho
concept (Grendel and Mom, the Devil and the Devil's Dam, etc.) that I somehow
said *gulp* I would edit?
Oh, dear. Ohdearohdearohdear...
I swear, I hang out with the the most unusual people... And no, for the writers out there, nothing is set in stone yet. I need to talk to cooler...well, more experienced heads and find out what all goes into this sort of endeavor. Also see if I have the time, skills and patience to pull something like this off. I THINK I could edit an antho...I think.
This is all Berry Kercheval's fault. He's the one who wondered what Cthulhu's mom was like, and I couldn't help replying, "Her name is Ethel Cthulhu, and she's currently a snowbird in the Orlando area where she spends her days playing canasta with the other retirees and driving the occasional tourist insane, just to keep her hand in."
And like Topsy, it just growed from there. *waves fist* Damn you, Kercheval!
Oh, speaking of writing
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