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Friday, June 6th, 2003
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10:11a - Limyaael's Rules for Writing Non-Humans.
Hey, why not.
( They're not always elves, either. )
More I could add, but I think I will save it for another time.
current mood:  artistic
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10:12a - Now, why did that happen?
Not only did I sleep in later than I meant to this morning, I also had annoying nightmares. Usually, I don't remember my nightmares, or only fleeting images, but these were long, detailed, and annoying.
The first one involved a man and his wife living with their son. For some reason, she cast a spell over her husband to control him that also let him resist intense pain, so she and the son could torture him without stopping. Why was I dreaming this? No clue.
The father finally locked himself in the bathroom while the mother was outside, but the boy broke the door down and kept on sticking stuff into him: knives, forks, pins, needles, scissors, and so on. He finally died in the mother's arms, because the loss of blood was too great. Then the mother realized she had really loved him and killed herself.
The viewpoint of the dream kept changing, so sometimes it was like watching a movie and sometimes I was the father being tortured.
What the fuck was that?
I woke up from that for a while, then fell asleep again. And this second dream involved the first one, although I don't know why. You'd think my mind would have better things to do while it slept than vomit up stupid images.
In the second dream, I was part of a group of people who had all had the first dream, but no one knew what it meant. (See, mind?) We all worked at a school that looks nothing like the university where I really teach; I have no idea what my mind was thinking. It had fountains that splashed down into basins exactly level with the ground, so that water would have flowed all over the place in reality, and there were long stone walks with lampposts on them. I ask you.
When I tried to leave, I found there was a demon who had sent me the dream for some reason, and wanted to kill me or do something to me, I'm not sure which. She kept going around cutting people's heads off with a long black sword, which seemed to bother no one but me. She called herself Keeeee, and looked like Cheetara from the Thundercats.
I mean: what the fuck?
She caught me in some kind of wind that wouldn't let me move very far, then flung me into a tree. I kept calling for help, but every single person who approached me turned out to have silver eyes and a switchblade. Then Keeeee said she would help me, but it would cost me, and some kind of light flashed and I found myself at home. My parents had no idea that I had been gone, saying they thought I went to get a loaf of bread.
And then I woke up.
I repeat: What the fuck?
current mood:  annoyed
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3:40p
Puella spawnificus prophesida page finished. The chapter should be finished in its entirety tomorrow.
My novel, Blood and Laughter, will be done in two days. Hard to realize that I've learned to love these characters so much and will now have to let them go.
I'm eager to get on to Kymenos, though.
current mood:  cheerful
current music: Blind Guardian- Time What Is Time
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6:40p - The Sandpaper Sister.
I'm typing this so I don't do something homicidal. My sister is here, and she scrapes against me like sandpaper.
( Long ranty whine follows )
All right, end long whiny rant.
I don't feel like watching a movie tonight, which is what my parents always do on Fridays. I think I will just tell them that and work on one of the fairy tales instead, the Mirror of Sidone.
Or maybe the Guide to the Sue in the Field thing.
Or maybe just upload stuff to the personal part of my webpage and fool around with it.
There are far worse things I could be doing, and my sister is an example of quite a few of them.
current mood: annoyed
current music: Blind Guardian- Age of False Innocence
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8:28p - There.
Did 1000 words on "The Mirror of Sidone," and it went well. And then I found an old poem I'd forgotten I'd written, and it was good.
Am feeling significantly less homicidal now.
current mood: cheerful
current music: Cher- Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
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8:44p - For no reason...
( Short list of plot ideas for canonical Tolkien fics I haven't seen before )
More later, as I reread the books and get other ideas. I can't really write them, because I don't trust myself to capture the tone of Tolkien's world and his characters. But it'd be interesting to see if maybe they would inspire someone else.
current mood: artistic
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