First, let me address the week and how quickly it went. I've been working on the Horses WIP, and it's going really well. I totally immersed myself in this story when I was writing it - it was only my second attempt at a novel length piece of fiction, after all. It was the first story I dreamed about, I mean literal dreams, where I went to visit my characters in my sleep. It's amazing how much I've grown as a writer. I mean, I am knocking down forests of adverbs and infodumps. I'm trimming purple prose with a hacksaw! I'm still loving it though.
And the Fearless Readers. I am so grateful I'm not throwing words out into a cold, dark blogosphere to wither and die. :) You are the little flickering lightening bugs in the night... like the ones that had a nest under my aunt's porch and used to get in the house and fly around in my room at night... and scare... me... ok, I'm gonna come up with another metaphor for what you are. But whatever you are, you are good! I like you very much!
Now, I keep a journal, and in that journal, I sometimes jot down things I've seen or heard or felt during the day. Here are a few snippets for your enjoyfulness.
"Guys across the courtyard that stand around and do nothing are doing so again tonight... but there's an urgency there, one I haven't seen before. I wonder if something is afoot... they seem to be waiting."
"A flash, no - a shadow! running down the street, only glimpses of it seen thru the trees and the knee wall blocking the sidewalk. Too fast for a biped. Was that movement behind my car?! Or just my imagination? Why do I think there is something in this feeling it gave me?!"
"The edges of my Dragongar-inspirational-building-pictures are starting to curl. Wonder if they are telling me it's time to take them down and find new buildings for these new stories...."
"Oh... the guys across the courtyard had pizza delivered. You might consider cutting down on the joe, Sherlock!"