Geez, I'm pretty bad at keeping up with this.
I always managed to post stuff, when I wasn't working, or when I didn't feel like such a waste.
Well, update for this was I quit the job to have more time for this... or so I told myself. Sometimes, I really do wonder if I shouldn't just try harder... for the first month I was practically racing through my novel like a mad man on a mission and I was doing just that. Then, I got sick, bronchitis, followed by a series of asthma attacks that really put me into a funk.
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So, yesterday I had a intense dream. About Doctor Who, normally, its a show I like but not something I find myself fantasizing about on a regular basis, I was a nondescript Doctor in the TARDIS and off on some adventure through an old hotel. Actually, this seems linked to a previously intense dream I had had about being the Doctor in a hotel... at the time, I believed telling a certain someone about it would make her in some silly way like me more. Only now realizing that I must have seemed quite mad, all things considered, hindsight and all that... Back to the dream, were trapped in a space hotel, at least thats how I know of it in the dream, a ship shaped like a brick and mortar hotel that one would see circa the first 2 decades of the 20th century. The Daleks had taken control and I'd been separated from my companions because as the invasion began the hotel went into lock down. If anyone is familiar with Evangelion, it was a similar sequence to NERV locking down during the UN invasion.
As myself and the one companion, who looked like she who I botched it with, we explored the hotel as it began to degrade. Things sort of took on a Shining quality as what we were attacked by specters and ghouls. With some Doctor thinking we escaped to find our selves in situations that became more dire. Eventually, we do find the control room as the Daleks have all but completely surrounded the two of us, though the companion sees our traveling band together and alive, having holed themselves up in the larder. I woke up just as the Daleks had battered in the door and shot female companion in the stomach, as she crumpled to the ground I woke up. Heart a pounding and my breath feeling all the heavier for it.
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Writing aside. I've begun to feel a little nervous about my future. I know I need to focus in on the book because it's so close to being done, then I'll send in the query letter and hopefully, an editor won't take to long to sign up to help me. I know I need to be more positive. But my track record shows that positivity is not my strongest feature.
