Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

- Graycie Harmon

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Weird Dreams

I have weird dreams. Dreams that are so vivid, and odd that one might be excused for thinking I dropped a little acid before I went to bed.

Last night I was a dog. Not just any dog, either. I was Cysgod Mawr - a character I created for one of the short stories in The Dying God & Other Stories (available October 31st, exclusively at Please excuse the shameless plug. In any case, I could shape-shift into the human me. I do have to note here, that in my dreams I'm a fit, sleek goddess. In reality... not so much. Fit, yes. Sleek, no.

In any case, I was involved in an epic battle with someone, who I can't recall, though it seems to me that I know the person in real life. When I shape-shifted, I wore the skins of a wolf and I had twin blades that, at my command, lit up with blue flames.

I'm ditching the editing today to write this down. It might be end scene from a story that is trying to make itself heard. I've been largely ignoring my stories as I edit. Not today! This scene was just way to good to pass up! So, Happy Tuesday everyone. I've got to get writing!

Oh, before I go, you want to read this article on the Writer's Beware blog. Trust me. It's need to know for all writers. Right. I'm off. Have a good day!


Anna L. Walls said...

Ooh - I do that rather often, when I'm in the groove. I love it when things like that happen. It's almost like living within your book.

S.M. Carrière said...

I think my problem is that I'm watching too much 'Supernatural' and it's doing things to my head!