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I had a Metallica dream. I’ve been listening to Murder One a lot lately and reading Dresden File books, so my brain cooked up a weird little modern fairy tale for me.

In the dream, there was a prophecy about some silver item and something called the Fires of the Faithful. When they lined up, the earth would shake and some old Fae influence would be broken. The Fae did not want that to happen, so they had the silver thing shattered.

I was working for a human who had gathered up all those pieces. He was a bass player for a metal band. I don’t know what his beef with the Fae was, but he had found the spot where the thing they controlled was buried and set up a concert over it.

Since I was the last one to touch the broken pieces, I got tracked down by the Fae knights (or whatever they were) right before the concert starts. They were being all smug and threatening, talking to each other about mortals and their tricks and how we thought we were so clever, but what sad little insects we really were. They had already been to my house and found smelting tools and whatnot, so they knew I had melted the silver thing down.

“And what do you make of that?” one said to the other and I immediately said: “Guitar Strings!”

That was when the guy started playing Murder One with the silver guitar strings (0:46) and the vibration rattled these two to the bone. They threw me out of the way to run to stop the guy, but the crowd all raised their lighters and that was the Fire of the Faithful. One of the knights turned to stone and the other one turned to wood. The thing in the ground was some kind of huge, seven foot crystal, and the music made it rise up from the ground in the middle of the concert. It was vibrating and turning black and shooting off purple lightning and then it exploded into nothing, so you know, best concert ever?

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wallowing

I have to clean. You don't even know. I have let it get so bad. Every room in the house is a mess. Am I doing it? Nope. Here I sit, watching Bigfoot shows. I need to get the timer and set it for an hour and work in each room from now until it's time to go to bed. I also need to go fill up the car with gas since it's my turn to drive carpool this week. But first, I think I will watch this show about the haunted Portland underground.

One thing I have done! I did a Strange Magic fic for 31_days. I'm not entirely useless.

Write now

January was my month to make prompts for 31_days. I should make an effort to start doing those again. It's always fun to write even a little thing, but I haven't written much since Nanowrimo. Except for the fanfic about the pipeline because I write that to keep from giving in to despair at the pipeline meetings.

So, if anybody else resolved to write more or just get their creative groove back this year, might I suggest 31_days?


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Not counting the fan fiction

I should've known that things weren't going too well for me when I stopped reading and drawing and other things that used to be all I wanted to do. I blamed it on stress and the classes and the job, but it didn't get any better when those things changed. Now the job is worse, the classes are over for now, and the stress is the new normal, but I was determined to take back my own interests. So, I did make it through the 50 books this year. My To-Be Read pile is pretty big thanks to the two year backlog of barely reading, but I'm working on it.

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This year dies tonight, and I can't be anything but relieved. The dread/hope of what the coming year will be can start tomorrow.

Random Memory Time

So, I'm watching last season of Join or Die with Craig Ferguson and it's the episode about cult leaders. Craig said something about the problems that arise from people being so certain that they were right and everyone else was wrong. I think it was the word certainty that got my attention because that's what I remember praying for when I was a teenager. That was the word I used.

I remember being scared and worried and not knowing what to do. I was very smugly told by several people that I should pray about it, and teenage me did. I prayed to be made certain of what I should do and what I should believe. I needed a sign, just something to convince me that I was on the right track and that I didn't have to be so afraid.

I never got one, but I did get older and saw more things and met more people and it started to occur to me that the people who had been so sure of themselves when I was younger were definitely afraid of something. They wouldn't look at certain things, or talk about them, or even acknowledge that such things existed somewhere in the world. This time, I was more-severely-than-smugly told that they would pray for me.

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Very Merry!

I hope everybody had a great day! I spent it with most of the immediate clan and it was pretty great. I still have a week to catch up on this year's reading challenge and I finished Nocturnal, so now I have to work on getting that sorted out enough that it can be read again. I figure I'll put that on AO3 once it's ready. The goal was to get all my fics in one place, but I keep adding new ones to the pile.

I still have once social obligation left before the holiday is over and I have no idea what I'll be going back to once work starts again, but I am determined not to think of it.

It being Christmas Day, I finally put up some decorations. Go, me!

Nanowrimo 2016

It begins tomorrow! I am going to try to finish my old Watchmen/werewolf fic Nocturnal, once and for all. Wish me luck.

Weekend of Dreams

Friday night I dreamed of Froud. My poor kitty died over the summer and I think I handled it pretty well considering how long and hard I worked to keep her alive. In the dream, I knew she was dead, but I would see her around the house. Asleep on the couch or following me to the kitchen, just her normal alive things. I would be doing the whole ‘Is it really you?’ business and reaching to touch her. As soon as I did touch her though, she would turn into her brother, the surviving cat. She’d go from black and white floof to brown tabby and white goob. It happened so often I went to get a witness to confirm that it was one cat until I laid hand on her, and then she became the other cat. It probably means something, but I don’t know what.

Last night, I dreamed that I had been exiled to a place where the forgotten things go. I was there and several kids in the grade I usually teach were there and I guess they were my class. I seemed to be in charge of them. There were other things there too. Random folklore creatures that had been forgotten and now were in this place. The frog-mouthed women who lived in the hayloft where bitter about it. The blacksmith with the head of a wolf spider was more accepting. There were all kinds of magical creatures that I had never heard of because they had been forgotten. There were also lots of semi-abandoned buildings in different stages of falling apart. I guess they had been forgotten too.

I didn’t know what I had done to be forgotten, but I was more worried about all the little kids. How did they all get there?

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In Dreams

Last night was the last night of summer vacation before I went back to work. I dreamed that I was sent to a jungle with a military-type person named Candace, who looked like Joey from Watchmen, and an Omnic from Overwatch. His name was Megan. I don’t know what my role was but I had a clipboard and a pen. The main part I remember was I locked myself in a video phone booth to call HQ and let them know that things had gone awry.


Me: Ok, there’s a situation….


HQ person in charge: Where’s the commander?


Me: I don’t really know, but I know that Megan is wearing her skin and calling himself Human Candace.


HQ PIC: …what?


And then behind me, the form of an Omnic wearing a torn and bloody human skin smashed against the booth window. Everybody flinched. The bottom of Megan’s face was visible through the gaping mouth of the skin.


Megan: I am Human Candace! We shall interact! That is what humans do!


Me: *holds up the clipboard where I’ve written HELP all over the paper*


HQ PIC: um


Megan: We could kiss!


Me: um


Megan: Humans enjoy kissing. Perhaps it is YOU who are not human!


Me: Human Candace! I am on the phone. Protocol demands you wait until communication is complete!


Megan:……………………..very well.


And then he sat down to wait right there and me and the HQ PIC had to find things to talk about until help could arrive.


Training tomorrow! We’ll see what happens.

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4th Thing Learned House-Sitting

Sticky traps are horrible! The poor little birds! I did my best to get them loose but they lost so many feathers and even after they were free, they thrashed and rolled and peeped and tried to fly and couldn't. Gah!

And now my hands are all sticky too.

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