Various Musings...

I tend to have really detailed, really messed up, soul-destroying dreams that tend to leave me writhing in bed and wondering who boiled my reality.  I guess everyone has dreams that are so real that they make you shiver.  I used to not dream though.  I chalk up my current situation to my strange sleep patterns, and medication.  

I've been doing brainstorming for Del & Huck, for about the next 80 pages or so, and I think I have things worked out so far.  I was really unclear about it at first, it was this gaping hole between where I was and where I wanted to go.  But as the days pass and I think about it more and more, it is making more sense and becoming more concrete.  

I was having a crisis of confidence with Year I Slept, but I kind of get it now.  It's important that I have two books about Q, Year I Slept, and Purple Butterfly.  Year I Slept is about me though, whereas Purple Butterfly is more about her.  The first is a realistic novel, mostly, while the second is very surreal and kind of silly in a sad way.  

I need to have both as companions... I think because I have to explain my feelings about the matter in Year I Slept, but I want to have an unclouded monument to her with Purple Butterfly.  Anyways, this is what I've been thinking of lately....