It's amazing how certain days change what goes on in the area: businesses are open or closed, people have random days off (yours truly included), and and sometimes things that you want to get done don't. In other words, yes, I dropped the ball again. The entertaining thing? I have two drafts waiting in the wings to get their finishing touches before I publish. I've just had other things I've needed (....Well, ok, not exactly needed to do, more like "I don't want to think about where I am at currently because oh dear gods am I really doing THAT???", so I've been distracting myself from introspection, and it's been biting me in the ass) to do, and things I've wanted to do. Neither have really gotten done, but at least some of them have. For instance: I got my living room rearranged so my new couch was not sitting smack dab in the middle. My writing? Haven't done as much of that as I've wanted. But I had a couple drinks tonight, and I'm going to go spend some quality time with one of my more entertaining and memorable characters while also figuring out the other story that came about as a result of a "dream" I had on the 25th.
Which leads me to a bit of a tangent: I really don't like it when people say "sweet dreams"'' to me at night. Mostly because I have not had what I would consider a "sweet dream" since I was 10. And if I have, I never remember them upon waking. No, I tend to remember what could generally be construed as nightmares, but they're so common to me now that I consider them my regular dreams...
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