I've had a few odd dreams lately but the one that prompted this post isn't particularly original, just meaningful. I think the setting was some sort of lecture or lesson and I was supposed to take some notes. At first, I could not find my fountain pen* and I was obviously quite annoyed by this. Eventually, the person sitting next to me (a boy with ( Read more... )

No(n)-Novel Writing Month, anyone ( Read more... )

When I was younger I was afraid of being alone forever. You know, no partner (the man or woman question hadn't been answered then), no children, no job, no house. Just an old invisible tramp waiting for death (or Godot, or wahtever that is you wait for in such desperate situations) under a bridge ( Read more... )