I have the Explicable Travel Anxiety Dream (sometimes buses, mostly trains, rarely cars, most frequently getting across London by Underground), sometimes with the Explicable Second Hand Bookshop Reverie, the Explicable Unprepared Teaching Dream (campuses segueing into cinemas, theatres, underground foyers, conventions, conferences) and the ( Read more... )

... there was that moment of bowel unclenching and reaching into my pocket to discover that there is a lighter, but no memory stick - indeed said memory stick is in the side of the laptop at home. Fortunately I did have earlier versions of the lecture and had printed it out, so in tne minutes I was able to reconstruct what it looked like, minus a ( Read more... )

Have finished Wednesday's lecture in note form - need to add photos and pictures.

Might have got this done sooner, but I missed a bus by about 45 seconds and there's a 40 minute gap. Should have walked but was lazy and had laptop.

I'll try and write up Julie and Julia tomorrow, but it's worth seeing for the cat alone - and Los Cronocrimenes, an ( Read more... )

... I'm in the back of a car, there are four of us, and
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I've just submitted a book proposal that has been 99% done since this time last year. The final 1% took all year. (My middle name is prevarication.) Still, I caught two bleeding obvious omissions which no one who looked at the draft did ( Read more... )

On Monday night I wrote a novel. Or dreamt it.

Fortunately I wrote it all down.

Oh.

That bit was a dream as well.

I was in a tearoom, which seems remarkable enough, and it is the way of the dream that I'm pretty sure who I was with was not necessarily the same people all the way through. At the crucial point it was Neil and Simon, which makes sense because we were all at schoool together. And who should come in but ( who? )