9 June, 1998
Scribbling & Walking

Pen to paper. Thought to screen. Fingers moving, moving, moving.

I had strange and vivid dreams last night. One right before waking had themes of death, salvation and renewal packaged in a Hallowe'en vampire scenario which I am writing down as a story. It was a bizarre, but cool dream and it really would make a positively excellent story.

So out come the writer skills and the pen and scribble, scribble, scribble. It's such a cool story though that I'm debating whether or not to post it, or whether to save it and expand on it to perhaps, attempt at publishing it in print. But more than likely the only place anything of mine will ever be published is in the hallowed directories of this web page.

Nevertheless, I think it's worth a shot. I can't sit around on my hands, randomly praying for luck to strike for the rest of my life. Time to get a bit more proactive and see what I can do.

On the mundane side I am becoming quite frustrated with my cat. She makes very large very smelly messes so I decided to try to emulate Karawynn and toilet-train Shara. However she is proving quite obstinate about the whole thing, meaning that I have to move very slowly in the process and not rush her or she leaves her little surprises out by the front door. Grrrr.

Sunday night I got quite annoyed at Sabs for not much of a good reason at all and wound up taking a 2 mile-plus walk. Out of the condo, up the road, up the hill and down to the shopping center, stopped at the bank, crossed the street, went down the hill, stopped at Friendly's for a sundae to sweeten my temperament, talked to our favorite waitress about it, then crossed the street went up the other hill and back home again.

By the time I got home, I'd neatly chilled myself out but Sabs was starting to get worried. We curled up on the floor and talked for a bit and smoothed out all the rough edges and went to bed, I, happier than when I got up in the morning.

Right now the sun is slowly "a-westering" so I'd best be off to catch my train and get my ride home with Sabs. I'm quite tired really ... kitty has a bad habit of jumping up and down on the bed between 4 and 6am. Who knows ... maybe she'll train me out of my insomnia by exhausting me to bits ...