Whoops, I’m behind again…

So, it’s the halfway point with National Novel Writing Month. You’re supposed to be at the sweet spot of 25,000 words and feeling pretty good about yourself.

But I’m behind. I’m only at 14,000. Which is still a decent word count and all, but I’m determined to catch up.

That’s why I just sat down and did a marathon sprint of writing. 3,100 words in 45 minutes! That’s pretty crazy, but it actually went by really fast because I got a lot of my plot hammered out. I hadn’t really known where I was going and so this is a great development.

If you’re doing NaNoWriMo right now, how are you faring? Good? Bad? Don’t want to talk about it?

What happens when I’m supposed to be writing…

I have a screenplay I’m working on. A screenplay with a pressing deadline and oh, 40 or more pages still needing to be written. So, naturally, I’m making fried chicken.

AKA ALL the fried chicken in the world

A girl has to eat, right?

Here’s my brain’s rationalization.

“Laura, you’ve been working so hard. You should take a break.”

“But I still have so much work to do!”

“How about a compromise?”

“I’m listening…”

“You want to keep working for as long as possible without taking a break, right?”


“So no breaks – except for lunch, which doesn’t count because you have to eat…you know, to keep up your energy while writing.”

“Of course.”

“So why don’t you just take a few moments for yourself and MAKE ALL THE FRIED CHICKEN IN THE WORLD.”


So that’s what I did. And it took way longer than just a few moments.


Please don’t psychoanalyze my dreams

For most of my life I’ve had crazy dreams. Dreams that really don’t make sense and are often more confusing than a mashup of Shel Silverstein poetry and Dr. Seuss characters.

For instance, I’ll give you an example from a weird dream I can STILL remember from a couple of years ago. I don’t know what I was doing in the dream, but I woke up being deathly terrified of an orange pool noodle shaped like an otherwise cute animal (seriously, it was like a sea-horse or something) and I vividly remember thinking that if that pool noodle found me I’d be dead. Weird.

Pool animals — Not nearly as scary when becoming conscious again.

Also, another freakish example of my late night brain shenanigans: I was on a cruise with my family and before I could go ashore I had to buy all new clothes from the cruise ship mall and eat my biscuits before the deflated shark on the pool deck got to them first. Yeah, like I said, kind of strange.

And these dream musings lead me to think about a few things…

  1. Haven’t I always heard that people dream in black & white?
  2. Is there some possible way I can harvest the creativity in my dreams and use them in my writing?
  3. Do I have such strange dreams because I’m a freak?

So I did some internet probing to figure out what was up with my preconceived notion about B&W dreams. And this is what I found. (Actually, I found a lot of things, but most were hokey-looking sites, and this seemed  kinda/sorta/hopefully legit.) It’s an interesting snippet saying that people used to think they dreamed in B&W, but that may have been strongly influenced by their B&W media. Now they think the majority of people dream in color. I know I dream in color because it’s usually a central part of my dreams…like that orange pool noodle, or that pink floral & denim dress I had to buy from the cruise ship mall.

Also, I’ve heard about some authors who are directly influenced by their dreams and use some of that material for their writing. And I’m always so jealous. This seemed like such a cool idea. But if you’ll kindly recall the two snippets of dreams I described for you…you can see why this would just make all my novels awkward.

It’s a little strange, because I’ve often had dreams that are super epic when I’m asleep and the back of my mind is making comments like: “When you wake this up, you should write this down, it’d make a great story.” or “Make sure you remember this, it’d be a super duper fantastic plot twist!” and other happy thoughts. But when I wake up and actually remember my dream it’s not super epic, it’s usually horribly lackluster. I really wish I could use this fountain of creativity for my writing…but it’s too bizarre to filter out anything worthwhile.

Also, have you ever been so caught up in a dream that when you finally wake up your mind has trouble distinguishing what’s reality and what’s fantasy? Because I’ve done that. And it’s kind of annoying because it leaves me with this cryptic sense of deja vu for the rest of the day.

So what about you? Strange dreams? Creepy dreams? Funny dreams? No dreams?