You know that feeling where you wake up and think you're late for something so you start off with a panic and your day jumps off a bridge to accelerate from there? I'm not having that. What I did have was a weird dream where the kids and I were on a holiday, the place we'd borrowed from a friend or family member was a disaster, and that I stress-cleaned into the wee hours of the morning. I woke up feeling completely done for the day because I'd just finally gotten everything sorted away so that the kids and I could all sleep comfortably and wake up to have the best of our awesome vacation every day going forward... So basically I tucked in my kids after cleaning all night and then woke up.
But I woke up in my bed, in my house, and not on a tropical ocean vacation.
And it seems that I've hit a point in my writing life where I'm just being handed creepy ideas. I'm not sure that I'm doing them the service they deserve, I don't usually write creepy, but I'm enjoying the twisted takes these short stories are spiraling off on. My hope, coming into a summer off of posting short stories so that I could focus on writing them, was to have one creepy story I could develop into a horror short for posting around Hallowe'en. (I'm not good at horror, but someone who is volunteered to help if I could get the idea started.) In the past four weeks I've written for six prompt words and ended up with a sad story, a children's story, three creepy stories, and a novella in space. With three more weeks to go before my soft deadline for switching from drafting to editing, I'm exceedingly happy with the outcomes so far.
Happy anniversary for everyone involved in the first lunar walk! Space is awesome. We'll probably be spending some time today at the Telus World of Science to celebrate. Hope you have a great weekend!
Why are Authors crazy? I can't answer that, but I can provide bits of my own thoughts so that you can piece together why I may be.