Earlier this month I took on a challenge which was a self-designed compromise from the more daunting, national challenge of National Novel Writing Month. I knew I couldn’t complete a 50,000 word novel this November, but declared I would, instead, complete two chapters of my graphic novel (which I now speak of rather freely… hm, go figure. So much for self-propelling mystery!) Well, to put it bluntly, I was crazy. There is no way I’ll have two chapters done by the 30th. This story has been unfolding just fine at its own lazy pace and I would only screw that up by forcing myself to write words and draw pictures that aren’t coming of their own volition, when they have been doing so quite nicely prior to this. Yes, it’s an excuse, but those are allowed on occasion. I will hereby compromise my challenge and say that I would like to complete ONE chapter this month. Just one. It’s a compromised compromise, but it’s still a challenge.
All right, now that business is out of the way, I have a few other things. First of all, don’t take this as sounding ungrateful, but I am really creeped out by how low gas prices are getting. I drove past a station that advertised $1.85 a gallon today, which means that other places in the country are probably getting down near a dollar. Yes, it’s great, it’s cheap, we can all dust off our hummers again, but it’s still freaky. I feel like I’m living back in the late 90s. And who the heck likes the 90s?? (Okay, Alex, I know you do.)
Next, I had another dream about my late cat Pepper again last night. This one was a different kind of sad, though, because of how realistic it was. Usually when I dream about her (which is often) she has somehow been resurrected, enjoys full health, and seems perfectly unaware that she was ever dead, to both her and my delight. But last night she was weak, small, and frail, just like she was in real life before she died. In my dream she barely had the strength to jump up onto the bed, so I picked her up and she crawled under the blankets where we cuddled. Just like real life. I feel like I write about these Pepper dreams every time they happen (which is often) but I did a search to link to some past ones and couldn’t find any. Maybe that is a good idea for a blog-reader-challenge. Locate the Pepper Dream Posts! Whoever finds any wins… a photograph of Pepper.
I had a few other things to say but I think I’ll save them up for days when I have nothing. Which, you’ve come to know, is most of the time.