A sense of accomplishment
Woohoo, the crossover has gone to beta.
Now I can get back to work on cream_fudge's prompt.
I dreamed that somehow, I got to Canada and showed up on Jim Beaver's doorstep. I was really nervous and hoped I wasn't got to make a fangirl-fool of myself. As I was waiting for him to come to the door, two other women showed up. One gal was there to deliver something, papers or a script, and while that was going on, the other woman and I were looking out at the view. The house was amazing, mostly white, with a lot of wood beams showing and wood floors, so it was very modern but warm at the same time. The kitchen was really spacious, and there was a whole wall of glass. It was in the mountains, on a lake or river, and the surrounding houses were painted with trompe l'oeil to look Venetian. Eventually the other women left. Jim cooked us omelets and we sat and talked about writing. No fangirling. (I just wish I remembered the dialog.)
My subconscious is a strange and wonderful place.
Now I can get back to work on cream_fudge's prompt.
I dreamed that somehow, I got to Canada and showed up on Jim Beaver's doorstep. I was really nervous and hoped I wasn't got to make a fangirl-fool of myself. As I was waiting for him to come to the door, two other women showed up. One gal was there to deliver something, papers or a script, and while that was going on, the other woman and I were looking out at the view. The house was amazing, mostly white, with a lot of wood beams showing and wood floors, so it was very modern but warm at the same time. The kitchen was really spacious, and there was a whole wall of glass. It was in the mountains, on a lake or river, and the surrounding houses were painted with trompe l'oeil to look Venetian. Eventually the other women left. Jim cooked us omelets and we sat and talked about writing. No fangirling. (I just wish I remembered the dialog.)
My subconscious is a strange and wonderful place.