Good news: I think I slept as much as twelve hours last night. I did not rewatch Dark Passage (1947). I read the second novel in my recently acquired omnibus of David Goodis, Nightfall (1947), and fell asleep next to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and Autolycus.
Bad news: I dreamed I had just finished writing my third short story this month. I was sad that it was probably too late in the year to place any of them for publication in 2018, but at least my next year would be full of fiction. One of them had started life as fanfiction for a nonexistent Disney show of which I can remember only a kind of Voyage of the Beagle-like survey in a culture with both more human diversity and more nonhuman characters, probably not even on this planet. I was pleased with them. I felt I was finally doing something useful with my brain, even if all three of them had sea-themes and people would say I was a one-trick writer and my computer was somewhat seriously breaking. Then I woke up and I had not written any stories at all.
At least Bertie Owen is not breaking. And I slept.
spatch and Autolycus.Bad news: I dreamed I had just finished writing my third short story this month. I was sad that it was probably too late in the year to place any of them for publication in 2018, but at least my next year would be full of fiction. One of them had started life as fanfiction for a nonexistent Disney show of which I can remember only a kind of Voyage of the Beagle-like survey in a culture with both more human diversity and more nonhuman characters, probably not even on this planet. I was pleased with them. I felt I was finally doing something useful with my brain, even if all three of them had sea-themes and people would say I was a one-trick writer and my computer was somewhat seriously breaking. Then I woke up and I had not written any stories at all.
At least Bertie Owen is not breaking. And I slept.
