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Aug. 19th, 2007 11:07 amI love getting started on a new writing project. Figuring out names and profiles and (depending on if it's sci-fi/fantasy or not) world history, typing out pages and pages of notes, playing the always-fun game of, "Now if I could cast anybody I wanted as this character. . .".
This is probably going to sound bonkers, but I get a lot of ideas for my novels from dreams. I've always had really vivid dreams-- not great when nightmares come along, but for the most part it works out perfectly. I'll dream of myself in someone else's body and situation, and when I wake up if I can remember it clearly enough and know it's something I can work out, I'll start a new notes file.
That's why I really prefer weekends . . . if I get up and immediately have to rush to work, even if I know that I had something in my head I quickly forget about it. On the weekends I have time to lie there for a little while and let it drift back in, and then I can go fix some breakfast and think it over instead of the whole routine of "awww man, it can't be 5:00 already, one of these days I'm gonna smash the alarm clock and yes, cats, I'll feed you now quit winding around my ankles-- hey, where the heck did I leave my keys?!"
Anyway-- I've got Phish Food ice cream (10th anniversary of the flavor, so it has little fudge cows in it. Hee. Yes, I am easily amused), music playing, and a blank file calling my name. Time to work. :-)
This is probably going to sound bonkers, but I get a lot of ideas for my novels from dreams. I've always had really vivid dreams-- not great when nightmares come along, but for the most part it works out perfectly. I'll dream of myself in someone else's body and situation, and when I wake up if I can remember it clearly enough and know it's something I can work out, I'll start a new notes file.
That's why I really prefer weekends . . . if I get up and immediately have to rush to work, even if I know that I had something in my head I quickly forget about it. On the weekends I have time to lie there for a little while and let it drift back in, and then I can go fix some breakfast and think it over instead of the whole routine of "awww man, it can't be 5:00 already, one of these days I'm gonna smash the alarm clock and yes, cats, I'll feed you now quit winding around my ankles-- hey, where the heck did I leave my keys?!"
Anyway-- I've got Phish Food ice cream (10th anniversary of the flavor, so it has little fudge cows in it. Hee. Yes, I am easily amused), music playing, and a blank file calling my name. Time to work. :-)
