Reading, Writing, and 'Rithmatic

Okay, so actually this post is actually more about reading and writing than arithmetic. Because seriously? Math? Math = icky.

I do a lot of writing based on dreams I have. It always changes a lot, since dreams very seldom make sense, but I get characters and vague scenes from dreams. A little over two years ago I had a dream about a girl (I was observing through her point of view) who had no family, who became friends with a boy and his family- his parents and one sister-who ran an adorable little toy store. At some point in the dream, his family died. I had become good friends with his sister and I loved his parents, so it was hard. I just remember he had been in the process of painting the outside of their toy store this pretty mint green. He continued to paint after they passed. I just had this picture of me sitting their on the outdoor railing talking to him while he painted. He would just listen quietly, without ever contributing anything to conversation- and just paint. This eventually became the inspiration for a book I'm writing called Nobody's Girl. Although, and I hate to admit this, but work on the book hasn't really been happening lately...

More recently, I had two dreams with two sets of characters. The first is Ben and Kimber, and the second is Ryder and Laurena. I'm having quite a bit of fun with it, although I know neither of them will become books.

I am, however working on a story that I'm hoping will one day be developed enough for a book. I don't want to reveal too much, but basically there is a group of people who think the government is conspiring against them, and they hire a bunch of scientists to create a race of people with no personalities to create a giant army. Happy stuff. But it's going really well. Right now, I'm still working on backstory/what's going to happen in the book/the ending and all that stuff. I don't think I've ever worked on anything that needed so much forethought.

I also have a writing project due on Monday that I can't decide if I'm enjoying or not. We're reading some of the Canterbury tales in my British lit class, and we have to create a satire about some kind of.... stereotype, I guess you could call it. Examples would be, Hipsters, Trekkies, Truckers, Rednecks, Pageant moms. Those are just the ones we came up with. Anyway, I'm doing dancers, and I basically have to write a "Canterbury Tales-esque" prologue about this dancer. This means it has to be in Iambic Pentameter, and Heroic Couplet. In other words: IT'S HARD. It's kinda fun though. Because it's kinda like a puzzle just with words. Also, I feel like an evil mastermind while doing it, because I'm trying to count syllables, so I end up drumming my fingers together like a wacko. It's awesome.

So, yup. Those are my writing adventures of late. Oh, also, I went to visit my sister in Iowa, and I left my journal there. I don't know how I managed that, but I AM GOING TO DIE. Hopefully it'll come in the mail soon...

I will be checking every day.
Lisa