Entries (RSS)The other morning, as I was waking up, I had this weird half-dream. I told myself that I needed to jot it down so I wouldn’t forget because it’d make for a good scene in a story. And I remembered it until I got up, and then I got busy with getting the bed made, getting something to eat, so on and so forth. Jotting it down slipped from my mind. And though the images stayed with me for several hours, by the time I realized I hadn’t written anything down, it was gone.
This kind of bothers me. I can’t remember any detail at all, except that I thought it would make a good piece to a story, so I think it partly bothers me just that I want to remember, but can’t. But otherwise, I’m not sure why forgetting this bothers me so much. It’s not like I would have really done anything with it. I enjoy creative writing. It was one of the most enjoyable classes I took during school. But I don’t think I have it in me to be a writer. I’m way too verbose to stick with short stories, and to actually write a novel requires a lot of work, which I don’t have time to devote to. Especially because I like big, grand stories that would require me to do quite a bit of research. And, c’mon, do I really need another way to procrastinate doing real work?
Side note: I just read Dave’s post that said we only have 10 days left. TEN days! And this post means just NINE more!! Woohoo! For some reason, I hadn’t even realized it. It seems like there’s SO much left to go, but there really isn’t… 
