Even in dreams, and even as the sort of special advisor who calls Barack Obama "Barry" rather than "Mr. President", don't just wander into the family bathroom. Also, don't mistake your bathrobe for a coat. And always make sure you're wearing a shirt.

That is all.

And coming soon! A special report!

Drama! from the barren wastelands of the Precious ( Read more... )

It's a ridiculously geeky comment on my subconscious, but when I awoke this "morning" it was with a sad farewell to my hopes of a Dreamwidth invite coming way. Nobody, I thought, will send me an invite. Surely, this will mark the beginning of Young Geoffrey's decline into middle aged web-irrelevancy!Yet when I checked my email, there awaiting my ( Read more... )

Since the other person's dream is almost always a bore to you, Gentle Reader, I'll keep this brief.

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I took to my bed no more than two and a half hours ago - midnightish, in a word; les habitants had gone down to inglorious defeat and it seemed the realm of Morpheus was my only alternative to despair ( Read more... )

New words: 1,072
Total wordcount: 72,123
Deadline: May 1 ( Read more... )

Another 2,500 words yesterday and 1,500 today. Feeling relatively good about the novel just now and really pleased with my recent progress. I feel like I'm getting a handle on the two main characters and the growing conflict between them. I know how it is going to end (or think I do; when you're writing without a detailed outline - and maybe even ( Read more... )

I've often played little games of self-manipulation - setting the clock ahead and then pretending the displayed time is correct in hopes of making it into the office on a regular basis; loudly predicting that les Canadiens will lose a hockey game so that the Hockey Gods (who, apparently, are of such a low level of intelligence as to make the Gods ( Read more... )

I appear to be growing more nerdly by the day as this new year begins. Yesterday, I awoke with what I thought - on awakening, at least; sadly, I didn't write it down - was both a concise and accurate account (as it were) of inflation in a capitalist society, its causes and its solutions ( Read more... )

... I'm damned if I'm not going to try to figure last night's out.

My sweet subconscious served up a veritable pot-pourri of unrelated cultural and personal detritus this morning before the cat's pitiful yet piercing cries for food managed to bring me to consciousness. ( Read more. )

Woke up this morning leaving my job at the high-rise offices of no less a publishing empire than Playboy magazine itself. What precisely I did was and remains unclear, but my duties were of editorial nature and, as such - though he did not make an appearance - ones that brought me into regular, if not frequent, contact with "Hef" himself. Were I an ( Read more... )