(And if you mentally sang the title of this journal entry, I hope it was with the voice of Freddie Mercury and NOT Bono.)
I woke up with a sentence in the front of my mind this morning, very clear and distinct, almost as if I'd been repeating to myself in my dreams so that I would remember. It's an intriguing phenomenon, because although ideas and scenes come to mind very often when I'm near sleep, I don't remember often having such a specific arrangement of words to show for it. (The last time it happened, I think, was when I wrote The French Connection
!) In any case, I've decided to hang onto it, for I'm sure that when the right opportunity comes to use it, I'll recognize it.
I love imagining what my mental writing box must look like. I visualize it as some glittery, colorful jumble of scraps of ideas and concepts and jokes and thoughts and turns of phrase and observations and remembered moments and unexpected insights and clippings of scenes to come, frozen in time until they can be glued into place, and raw-edged, unfinished feelings. In my head, it's halfway between my one grandmother's overflowing box of sewing notions and my other grandmother's overflowing box of paints and pastels and other art supplies.
Anyway. Writing productivity has been little short of explosive since kissing adieu to the semester and final grades. (Imagine that! Much easier to write when you can devote so much more of your brain to the activity. Who'd have thought it? *g*) I'm terribly pleased with what I produced over the weekend, and I got some wonderfully encouraging feedback from trusted sources (~squishes said sources with pure love~), so hopefully I'll be able to post that very soon. I'm in a good writing place: the images flow freely, and so then do the words; I just need to get out of their way.( And other things are also good, like friends and cupcakes and cooking and... Jack White?Collapse )
Probably enough nattering for now. It's nice to have the mental room to natter, though. I've got plans tonight for a dinner date at this new-ish Lebanese bistro that's supposedly one of the best in town (a pretty stiff competition, considering that Mediterranean cuisine is pretty much omnipresent here in Metro Detroit, but I have heard lots of good things, so we'll see). High hopes!
And today is also my parents' 37th wedding anniversary, so I'll have to wish a very happy anniversary to the Hippie and the Smart Cookie
, too. I do owe them quite a bit, after all. ;-)
Hugs, big love, and glittery kisses to all!