Even My Brain Is Out To Get Me

You know it's bad when a period of not writing gives you nightmares. Last night, for the eighth night in a row, I had this horrible nightmare where I was running through these filthy corridors, past branches that had grown in through the walls. The corridors became more narrow as I ran and more littered with debris, but I couldn't stop--something awful was behind me and it was getting closer. The dream is exactly the same, night after night. I think my imagination is getting bored, waiting for me to do something with it.

Yesterday, my friend Toni posted something really funny that we were talking about on Backspace (scroll down a bit to her March 21st entry). We have entirely too much fun on there. It's a wonder so many of us are getting published with all that procrastination going on. But it's one talented group, minions. And I'm honored to be counted among them.

I can feel Vlad twitching around back there, gearing up for the 25th. I still haven't told him I'll be spending time with Dillon in Wonderland. (Shh!) It'll be good to write again, but to be honest, I'm nervous. The last time Dillon and I sat down to talk, I didn't like him...and as it is, I may be bringing an axe to our meeting if I don't fall head over heels for him right away. Chop chop chop, no more Dillon. (Double shh!) But it's important that I move forward, out of my cushy Vlad comfort zone. After all, there are five books in Vlad's series...that's hardly forever. I need to stretch myself beyond him.

And I need to stock up on Diet Pepsi. Because once the 25th comes, my brain, my fingers, and my focus are all headed for Wonderland.