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What I Learned About Writing This Week…from Dreams, Redux

Trapped by dreams?

So, once upon a time, I wrote a fantastic blog post about dreams. I know you remember it, dear inklings, because that’s just the kind of sweet, attentive creatures you are.

And, if you’re really paying attention (and this might or might not be a sign of your true, everlasting love for me), you’ll recall that I’ve also scribbled my own blog full of the subject.

This week, I’ve had another confirmation that all of my conclusions about my dreams are true.

If you’ve read those aforementioned blog posts, you know that if I’m not writing, I go slightly crazy, and you know that when I go slightly crazy, I start dreaming all sorts of weirdness.

This week, I’ve started dreaming all sorts of weirdness. But before I get into that, here’s a run-down of recent writerly activities:

  • In August and September, I worked on getting Shadows after Midnight ready for publication. I also got my short story “Dead Reconning” up to snuff…
  • Most of September and October, I spent writing, re-writing, editing, re-writing, and agonizing over my short story “If This Were a Stephen King Story” for Kindle All-Stars.
  • Oh, and I also wrote, re-wrote, and agonized over my next short story for the next issue of A Consortium of Worlds, “Out of the Darkness.”
  • In between all of this, I’ve been painting cover art for The Dragonswarm, Aaron’s Taming Fire sequel.

This all makes for much artsy busyness, yea verily.

And yet, I’ve been dreaming all sorts of weirdness.


Yes, I’ve been writing a lot. I’ve been engaged in the ins and outs of creating readable stories for all you happy people out there. This is the stuff I’ve been wanting to do since I was 8, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


Even though I have been doing writerly things, I haven’t been writing a new novel.

And I think that’s why my dreams have started getting all janky again. Lack of novel-writing causes the onset of insanity. My brain deals with insanity by gifting me with restless nights chock-full of loud, vibrant, Technicolor imagery.

Most recently, I spent last night tossing and turning to the beat of dreams about Kindle All-Stars. I don’t remember a particular storyline for these dreams, but I do know they involved editor-in-chief Bernard Schaffer’s staring out sternly at me from the Google doc of my short story.

So. All of this to say that I was right: not creating makes me crazy. More specifically, not creating novels makes me crazy, even though I’m most pleased at all the other creative wonderfulness I’ve been involved in of late. It just goes to show that what I’m really supposed to be doing is write books. It’s a good thing NaNoWriMo is coming up. : )

And that’s WILAWriTWe!

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