Apparently I have four edited chappies of MoI that I need to upload.
I should probably get on this. Soon. Eventually. Formatting on SparkATale is the only thing giving me pause as two chapters have word counts of over 5k and 0ne chapter has a 4k word count. That'll take most of a day to format. >_<
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I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. And every morning, the new dreams stick more vividly in my memory. Like the night before last, I dreamt I was writing again. And that my mum was harping on me wanting to continue my work again and stuff, BUT the motivation to write again stuck with me. I wanted to start writing again yesterday but had to do some quick veteran-style-research on a certain topic.... had no internet connection... got that fixed and guess what...I forgot what topic I'd been meaning to research so... HELLO FACEBOOK.
Then last night I dreamt me and some other person (I assume it's a friend) were in my old garage with the doors open while there was a pool party going on, and I found one of my favourite songs playing on the radio, and we both started dancing. But I mean like I was seriously rocking it big time. And then the peeps from the pool party heard and saw us through the window, came to check what we're up to just as the song drew to an end, and then I was like 'okay wait guys, I need to find another song' and I surfed the radio stations. In the back of my head I was squirming in discomfort and embarrassment because I'm not one for the limelight, do not like attention drawn to me, but lo and behold, I didn't chicken out and found a song and then we were all having a dance party in the garage.
Which is insane because I HAVE NO RHYTHM. I can't dance for the life of me. I'm as uncoordinated as they come - even if I don't look it, but that's due to years and years of training myself to prevent my clumsiness. Honestly, my three year old trips over thin air - he got that talent from his mama.
But it was cool being able to properly dance and not look or feel an idiot or super self-conscious in the dream. It was also absolutely amazing having a bunch of friends I felt at ease with join me. No judgements. No pointing and sniggering. Just innocent fun.
I'm going to turn on the heat-pump and make us something to nom. Maybe leftover pizza.