Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sleep: Dreams & Nightmares 20

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

- Ernest Hemingway

On Dreams:
Awoke from sleep with a bad feeling today. The worst kind of dreams came out with me in the waking sense. It took a couple of hours to shake it. If you're wondering... Of course I'm using it for material. This was too incredibly disturbing not to. It's never too personal. I can't resist.

On Heminway:
I'd been thinking about Hemingway lately. I know, how can a woman love such a misogynistic bastard's work so much? I don't know, but I can tell you where it started. My grandfather lent me a book once, The Sun Also Rises. I instantly adored it and had to read them all. So my thoughts on Hemingway were that perhaps I should try writing under the influence. I've only jotted ideas while sipping wine. What madness would come forth if I were a little bit tipsy? hmmm... I'll keep you posted.

Anyhow, I've added another 1000 words to my current work and it looks like that's not even the halfway mark. I'm thinking it will end up being btw 3800-4500 words when it's done. I'm nervous, but that's a good thing. It's from a place that most people don't know about. I'm exhausted and can barely stay awake. I'm going to keep working until I can't keep my eyes open. I want to get this out before I lose my thought. kisses. m.

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