Dreams, Fiction, and Lots of Time. Maybe.

I woke up this morning with a dream that would make a killer story floating about my head. I tried to stay in bed for a while, to get all of the dream with the story's finish over. I think I got most of it. It has to be written.

I've written about 5,000 words so far, and it's pretty good. It's about a ghost. It reads a little "chick lit" ish at this point, but that's alright. If that's what it ends up being, then I'm fine with it, as long as there's magic, which there already is (well, being a ghost telling a first person narrative, of course there's going to be magic!!)

Cause you know. With the dissertation, and twins percolating away and due in a few months, I have loads of time to start a new novel. I don't know if it will be a novel or just a short story, but since it's already eight single spaced pages, and barely into the meat of the story's action, I think it'll at least be a longish short story. It's one of the first fiction stories I've "caught" in my head that I know almost all of the main events of. And the small details are coming really easily, like I was reading someone else's story.

My handyman has been driving me nuts, though, the last two days. Yesterday interrupting the dissertation. Today, while I was reading over the story, crunching Fritos or something. I really really will be glad when he's done. He's been here wayyyyy too long. Finish the deck wouldya!!! He's a nice enough guy, and he tries hard to not interrupt but he's like a little wiggle-butted happy doggie when you come home-- he just can't help himself but make noise and need attention.

Cool. We'll see what happens. I probably won't post too much of it on here, because I don't want to do anything to jinx it. But maybe when it's done I'll get it published somewhere. If it's just a short story, I'll send it to some fiction mags or something. Or maybe a fiction contest or whatever. We'll see. (That used to always mean maybe when my mom said it in answer to a "Can we?" question.)