Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Writing Dreams for 2018

I just read this lovely post from Jenelle Schmidt in which she detailed her writing dreams for 2018.  Not plans or goals, but dreams.

Dream is my favorite word, people.  In fact, weirdly enough, part of the reason I first fell in love with Bobby Darin, besides his voice, was the fact that one of his biggest hits was a song called "Dream Lover."  Which song I actually don't care much for, but the title "dream-lover" really suited me as a teen, and does still today -- a lover of dreams.  ("Daydream Believer" was another favorite song of mine as a teen because I felt it described me.  Still basically does.)

So anyway, here are my writing dreams for 2018!


I dream of finishing the rough draft of Dancing and Doughnuts (my western "Twelve Dancing Princesses" retelling) by the end of this long weekend.  I have two chapters left.  I think I can do this.

I dream of having Dancing and Doughnuts revised and polished and formatted and out in the world by summer.  May would be ideal, and since I'm just dreaming here, I'll say May.

I dream of assisting my best friend in any way necessary as we get a novel of hers out into the world.  (That's kind of her dream, but also mine cuz... I want to hold her book in my hands.)

I dream of starting another project.  I might be revising the first YA western I wrote, which I wrote about 5 years ago.  Or I might be starting another western fairy tale retelling.  Since this not a plan or a goal, but a dream... I dream of doing both!

(My favorite Shel Silverstein poem.)

How about you?  What are your writing dreams for 2018?

Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Another Sunshine Blogger Award.

Yeeeeees, I know I just did a Sunshine Award.  But Mary Horton of Sunshine and Scribblings tagged me with this, and how can I not accept a Sunshine Award from a blog that literally has "sunshine" in their title?  And besides, such fun questions.  Thank you, Mary :-)

Yes, I know I used this same banner thingie last time.  It's a tradition now.

1. Do you like to read an entire series at once or spread out the books over time?  Spread them out!  Over decades, if possible!  That way I have something new to look forward to for a looooooooooong time.  Once I've read the whole series, though, if I want to re-read them I will totally read them more close together.

2. Would you rather be stuck in the past or the future?  Can I pick the decade?  Then the past.  I've always wanted to live in the 1960s.  Weird but true.

Would I wear these clothes?
You bet your go-go boots I would!

3. Have you ever had dream re-runs? (In other words, the same dream twice. XD)  Yes, though generally more like a reworking of the same theme than the exact same dream.  When I'm stressed out, I will dream that I'm at college and it's finals time, and I suddenly realize I was signed up to take a class but never went to it, and now I have to take the final exam.  Also when I'm stressed, I'll dream I'm working at Walmart again, and I've either forgotten my ID badge and can't clock in, or I forgot to clock in.  I've come to recognize that if I have a dream like either of those, my real life is too stressful and I need to find a way to calm it down.

4. What is your favorite vacation you've ever taken?  I... I... how can I choose?  Okay, to pick one, I'll say the year that the Mississippi River flooded very, very badly (1994ish?), so to get from NC to IA, my family went up the east coast, through Canada, and down through the Dakotas.  We took our time and did fun stuff like spending two days visiting historical sites in Boston and going canoeing in Maine.  It was amazing, as I'd never been to New England before.

It looked about like this, as I recall.

5. Do you like to chew gum? If so, what is your favorite flavor?  I do.  I love Wrigley's "Winterfresh" the most.

6. If you found the entrance to Narnia, would you tell anybody? Who would you take with you if you did?  Yes, I would tell my best friend so we could explore it together and see if it would be okay to take my son and her nephew (both 9) inside.

I could really go for some snow about now, actually.  It was 93 here on Friday.  Yuck.

7. Waffles, pancakes, or neither?  Pancakes!!!  When I was a kid, we ate them every Saturday for supper.  Now I make them for my kids a couple times a month.  And I can never eat pancakes without hearing Dana Andrews' voice in my head saying the line, "No pancakes?" from the movie North Star (1943).

Anne Baxter comforting Dana Andrews over the lack of pancakes.

8. Do you use the Shift key or the Caps Lock key every time you capitalize something? (Odd question, but it's something I always wonder, haha.)  Shift key.  I function beautifully without the caps lock key.  Our Chromebook doesn't even have one, and I never noticed until Cowboy pointed it out.

9. What is one smell that never fails to make you happy?  Cinnamon.  I love the smell of cinnamon in the morning -- it smells like Christmas.

Between the pancakes and cinnamon, I'm getting really hungry.

10. Have you ever been rollerskating?  Many times.

11. You've gone into hiding and have to conceal your identity. What new alias would you adopt?  Reid James.  Don't be shocked if I publish under that name some day.

I'm lazy today and not going to tag anyone specifically.  If you like Mary's questions and want to answer them yourself, I hereby tag you!

Monday, February 25, 2008

I dreamed about Heath Ledger last night.

I was at a C! Recon in a really tall hotel with at least twenty stories, and I got off the elevator at the wrong floor for some reason and was walking around trying to find my room, when down the hall came Heath Ledger, blond and slender, all legs and hands and shoulders. I wasn't nervous to be confronted by this very famous hottie, unrealistically enough. I just felt all excited, kind of bouncy inside. And when he got closer I said, "Hi! I really love your movies. I think you're amazing."

And Heath grinned that over-wide, goofy grin and said, "Thanks! It's always nice to meet a fan." And he hugged me. I managed to remain calm until he had walked out of sight, then I jumped in the elevator and zipped down to the lobby, where Camo Gal and GI Jo were checking in at the front desk, and I hopped up and down and told them all about it, and they were as excited as I was.

And then I woke up.

Normally, when an actor I like dies, I watch a couple of their movies as a memorial as soon as I get a chance. I thought I was going to do the same for Heath, but I haven't been able to. It's been over a month now, and I still can't watch any of his movies. The closest I've managed to come is watching my favorite scene from 10 Things I Hate About You on YouTube. I picked up The Order at the library on Saturday and couldn't bring myself to check it out.

It feels like someone I went to high school with has died. I feel heavy and tight inside when I remember, like I'm clenching up all the muscles in my chest into a big fist. Part of it's probably because, usually when an actor I like dies, they're in their 80s or 90s. They're not one year and 19 days older than I am. If Heath can die, I can die. If Heath can miss out on seeing his baby grow up, so can I.

But it also feels ridiculous to be this sad over the death of someone I have never met and never would meet. My rational mind tells me I'm being silly, that I'm feeling false sadness or something. But I know the first time I do watch one of his movies, I'll cry. And it will make me realize that he really is dead. That there will never be another new Heath Ledger movie after The Dark Knight. That a brilliant actor will never get a chance to explore new characters and bring them to life. Maybe that's what makes me saddest.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

I just had the coolest dream. I should be working on proofing the 2007 Combat! fanzine right now, but I need to record this dream before it fades into the ether.

In the dream, Johnnycake, Mom, and I were swimming in this giant swimming pool at some hotel. It was at night, and we were the only people in the pool, which was bigger than Olympic-sized and surrounded by all these bushes and things on the two longer sides. It was inside like a green-house sort of glassed-in edifice. Mom, of course, was sticking to the shallows by the broad steps that led down into the pool on one of the shorter sides. And on the other short side they had a big-screen TV that changed via a waterproof remote near where Mom was hanging out. So she channel-surfed for a bit until she found some TCM-like channel that was showing a Rudolph Valentino movie.

This is where it gets really good. Because I got to swim around in a giant pool and watch a brand-new Rudy movie. In the dream, I had seen it before and kept having to explain plot points to Mom and Johnnycake, as it was kind of an incomplete print (like what survives of The Young Rajah). But it was a Rudy movie that was never in real life made, because... it was a talkie. And Rudy was older in it, probably in his 40s, getting these distinguished little smile-wrinkles around his mouth and eyes and looking devilishly handsome as usual. Obviously, this movie couldn't have ever been made, as Rudy died before reaching 40 and before the dawn of talkies.

Anyway, one of the cool things about the movie is that I actually remember the plot right now! I have no idea what it was called, but in it, Rudy played one of his rather usual characters, sort of a rich playboy with no real job who likes to pick up cute chicks and have eyebrow-raising flings with them. The costumes were all 1930s, rather than his usual 1920s, in keeping with it being a talkie and him being in his 40s. And the plot revolved around him pursuing this reckless young girl who had just arrived in Hollywood and was making a name for herself as a big flirt and also as a rising young star, as she'd been discovered by some movie producer and made this big smash movie. I clearly remember a scene involving a big Hollywood party where she's having a grand old time and he's sort of watching from the sidelines, chatting and smiling with a couple acquaintances but keeping his eye on her and obviously plotting how and when to make his move. Now, the girl is accompanied to Hollywood by this old maid aunt who's supposed to be her chaperon and spends most of the movie making scary faces in close-up and warning the girl not to make a fool of herself, not to talk to worthless older-man playboys like Rudy, etc. Actually, I don't remember her talking at all, just the scary warning faces she'd make that sort of implied all the rest of it.

So of course, Rudy pursues the girl, who is all young and carefree and they do the usual stuff like go picnicking and sailing and horseback riding, always trying to evade the old maid aunt. And of course, Rudy actually falls in love with this girl, instead of just dallying with her and discarding her as has been his wont in the past, but right about the time he figures this out, and before he can declare his true feelings to the girl, she leaves him and starts running around with this nancy-boy actor she's making her next movie with.

Cut to some great brooding scenes with Rudy sitting alone at a table in a little posh bar. Could have used a few more of those scenes, they were lovely. So finally he gets all determined and smouldery and storms onto the set of the movie, past the furious old maid aunt who thought they were well rid of him, and tells the girl just exactly how he feels about her, and that he's leaving Hollywood because he can't bear to be there without her and going back to Italy where he belongs. At which point she, of course, throws herself into his arms and declares her love for him, and that the whole reason she came to Hollywood was because she'd read about him in glamour magazines and thought he was a despicable womanizer, so she came here to meet him and teach him a lesson, but now that she's in love with him, she can't bear to do that, and will he ever forgive her, etc. Which necessitated putting on some thick black-rimmed glasses rather like mine, for some reason, which prompted Rudy to put on the cutest pair of little wire-rimmed specs. And so, defying the old maid aunt, they climb into Rudy's car and go driving off the set and into the glorious future.

And just before "The End" could be scrolled across the screen, our phone rang and woke Cowboy and me up. But I know it was the end of the movie anyway, so all is okay.

And the other best part of this dream? Hello? Talkie! I got to hear Rudy talking! With this lovely smooth baritone voice with the most delicious Italian accent, about as thick as Antonio Banderas' Spanish accent in some of his earliest American roles. Understandable, but oh-so-very-Italian. I've never heard Rudy's voice in real life, as there's only the one recording of it that I know of, but I did dream about him once before, and this was the same voice he had in that dream. And also the one he has in my imagination ever since that first dream (which was much shorter and involved Rudy making his first talkie and me being the script girl who had to keep prompting people with their lines).

So yes, delicious dream. Love all the detailed, lengthy, memorable dreams I've been having while pregnant, they're quite cool. Woke up in the best mood after that dream, singing "S'Wonderful" in my head cuz I think it was playing in the background at the end of the movie. What a great start to a night off, huh?

Okay, time to actually go work on proofing the C! fanzine for a while now.