Post-NaNoWriMo syndrome
I didn't go to bed until early this morning because I had stayed up trying to finish my book (earlier part of the evening was spent with Pontus and Jonas eating pizza and watching Die Hard). Anyway, I felt this huge sense of relief when I wrote "The End." last night because this is probably the first time I've finished a book since... 8th grade? There's also the fact that it didn't totally suck despite me rushing to write it. Anyway, as I turned off my laptop and went to bed, I kept thinking about the stuff I can do now that I don't have to hole up in my room and write everyday. I can start Christmas shopping, bake scones and enjoy them while catching up on movies and TV shows, write essays for school, do something semi important with my social life that I've been putting off for a month... the world was just full of possibilities. Then I wake up at noon and my first thought is "Hey, I should rewrite that scene in chapter 12... oh, and then there's that thing in chapter 2 that I forgot to add, and I need to fact check something that was in chapter 4..."
Have been having these weird dreams the past few nights. The other day I dreamt a season finale of McLeod's Daughters (the dream was so brilliant that I'm thinking about turning it into yet another book). Last night (read: this morning) I dreamt that this particular person called me just to say hello and how I was doing. Now, it's taken ages for me to realize it but this person is someone who I cared a lot about but for the sake of my mental health and well being (and probably his too) we should never, ever be in contact again. In my dream, that is exactly what I told this person on the phone before hanging up. A day or two passed in the dream and my dream self picked up the phone and called this person because "it was okay, he called first". Apparently there were two of me in the dream because there was an omnipresent, invisible me that kept yelling: "NO FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, DON'T CALL!!" After that I woke up and realized that just a year ago something similar happened for real. I kept thinking, "it's okay, he got in touch first" which I realize in retrospective was not a good way to think. Guess I should have listened to that invisible, omnipresent me which is otherwise known as logic.
Have been having these weird dreams the past few nights. The other day I dreamt a season finale of McLeod's Daughters (the dream was so brilliant that I'm thinking about turning it into yet another book). Last night (read: this morning) I dreamt that this particular person called me just to say hello and how I was doing. Now, it's taken ages for me to realize it but this person is someone who I cared a lot about but for the sake of my mental health and well being (and probably his too) we should never, ever be in contact again. In my dream, that is exactly what I told this person on the phone before hanging up. A day or two passed in the dream and my dream self picked up the phone and called this person because "it was okay, he called first". Apparently there were two of me in the dream because there was an omnipresent, invisible me that kept yelling: "NO FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, DON'T CALL!!" After that I woke up and realized that just a year ago something similar happened for real. I kept thinking, "it's okay, he got in touch first" which I realize in retrospective was not a good way to think. Guess I should have listened to that invisible, omnipresent me which is otherwise known as logic.