My Subconscious Begs to Differ
Jan. 17th, 2014 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseAs an interesting side note to the post I had about how I tend to dislike Iron Man, I had a weird dream last night in which my subconscious put in its own two cents on the matter.
The dream was weird and involved zombies--they weren't the super-scary zombies that have been popular in movies and TV lately, but kind of shambling, somewhat harmless but totally persistent kind-of dead people. My dream voice-over informed met that the zombies couldn't break the glass of the windows and couldn't break down the walls, but they'd be there at every window and door just STARING in and moaning piteously, which was just CREEPY. The biggest scare of my dream was that people kept wanting to open the door to someone they recognized who'd turned into a zombie (I blame you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naomikritzer at least partly for this dream!!) And that was bad because they did seem compelled to try to bite people and spread the zombification.
At any rate, the dream continued in its dreaming way, until, at one point, Tony Stark showed up and offered all of us survivors iron suits of our own. At which point the dream BECAME AWESOME because: flying.
So, apparently, my brain said: "Look, Lyda, clearly Iron Man is a GOOD guy."
:-)
In other news, I've spent part of the morning working on the sequel to Precinct 13. I think I finally have a motivational plan that will get me to the finish line on this one (it involves AO3 and my friendempty_mirrors.) When I'm ready to post the first part for public consumption (which I hope will be very soon), I'll put up a notice here and at my other social media outlets, because if I can get people at least giving me a few 'keep going!' kudos, I might actually do this without stumbling into a well of deep depression. The ultimate goal will be to have enough material to self-publish an e-book.
I think I also alluded to the fact that my agent and I had a good talk. She did not, despite my worries, point me to the door. In fact, we did a lot of strategizing about how to make things work for 2014. I did have to laugh at one point, though, because her advice is often, "Your job is to write a bestseller." To which I'm always tempted to sarcastically reply, "Wait, what? I was supposed to try to write a book people want to read??? NO ONE TOLD ME THAT!!!" :-)
But my agent has a good heart and is still clearly very much on my side. So that's a huge relief.
Similarly, I've had a lot of offers of support from people, which has been truly heartwarming. So, now I just need to not slide into self-pitying depression and I should be golden!
Having a job actually helps this, I've found. I mean, obviously, working eats up writing time, but I'm surrounded by books and it's really only four hour stretches. Having a steady paycheck also does a lot to relieve the pressure. Because bills are now being paid and that means some of the crushing guilt I had about not pulling my weight around the house has gone away. My checks are still tiny, but they're steady. That's surprisingly important.
Plus, the job is going very well. As many of you already know, I'm a fearless extrovert, so this means working at the front desk is actually fun for me. I don't mind not knowing what I'm doing and most people are patient when you explain you're new to the job and still learning. Plus, the way Roseville works is that no one is on the desk for longer than two hours, so I get time by myself in the stacks every day. I've found I LOVE that part of the job and the biggest danger there is that I forget what I'm supposed to be doing and sit on the floor and start reading a book about Shintoism or whatever cool subject I'm supposed to actually be shelving. :-)
In other news, while Mason and I have mostly gotten over the laryngitis thingie, Shawn is STILL suffering. This one is nasty, folks! Shawn said she found an article on the CDC's website that said this virus might be a relative of the dreaded H1N1, Swine Flu. I'd believe it, if only because when you're in the throes of it, you feel like you seriously have the plague and are going to DIE. Alas, being viral there's not much for it, except tea and sympathy. I've been trying to give Shawn plenty of both.
Right, that's all the news that's fit to print for now. Back to writing sequel! Wish me luck!
The dream was weird and involved zombies--they weren't the super-scary zombies that have been popular in movies and TV lately, but kind of shambling, somewhat harmless but totally persistent kind-of dead people. My dream voice-over informed met that the zombies couldn't break the glass of the windows and couldn't break down the walls, but they'd be there at every window and door just STARING in and moaning piteously, which was just CREEPY. The biggest scare of my dream was that people kept wanting to open the door to someone they recognized who'd turned into a zombie (I blame you
naomikritzer at least partly for this dream!!) And that was bad because they did seem compelled to try to bite people and spread the zombification.At any rate, the dream continued in its dreaming way, until, at one point, Tony Stark showed up and offered all of us survivors iron suits of our own. At which point the dream BECAME AWESOME because: flying.
So, apparently, my brain said: "Look, Lyda, clearly Iron Man is a GOOD guy."
:-)
In other news, I've spent part of the morning working on the sequel to Precinct 13. I think I finally have a motivational plan that will get me to the finish line on this one (it involves AO3 and my friend
empty_mirrors.) When I'm ready to post the first part for public consumption (which I hope will be very soon), I'll put up a notice here and at my other social media outlets, because if I can get people at least giving me a few 'keep going!' kudos, I might actually do this without stumbling into a well of deep depression. The ultimate goal will be to have enough material to self-publish an e-book.I think I also alluded to the fact that my agent and I had a good talk. She did not, despite my worries, point me to the door. In fact, we did a lot of strategizing about how to make things work for 2014. I did have to laugh at one point, though, because her advice is often, "Your job is to write a bestseller." To which I'm always tempted to sarcastically reply, "Wait, what? I was supposed to try to write a book people want to read??? NO ONE TOLD ME THAT!!!" :-)
But my agent has a good heart and is still clearly very much on my side. So that's a huge relief.
Similarly, I've had a lot of offers of support from people, which has been truly heartwarming. So, now I just need to not slide into self-pitying depression and I should be golden!
Having a job actually helps this, I've found. I mean, obviously, working eats up writing time, but I'm surrounded by books and it's really only four hour stretches. Having a steady paycheck also does a lot to relieve the pressure. Because bills are now being paid and that means some of the crushing guilt I had about not pulling my weight around the house has gone away. My checks are still tiny, but they're steady. That's surprisingly important.
Plus, the job is going very well. As many of you already know, I'm a fearless extrovert, so this means working at the front desk is actually fun for me. I don't mind not knowing what I'm doing and most people are patient when you explain you're new to the job and still learning. Plus, the way Roseville works is that no one is on the desk for longer than two hours, so I get time by myself in the stacks every day. I've found I LOVE that part of the job and the biggest danger there is that I forget what I'm supposed to be doing and sit on the floor and start reading a book about Shintoism or whatever cool subject I'm supposed to actually be shelving. :-)
In other news, while Mason and I have mostly gotten over the laryngitis thingie, Shawn is STILL suffering. This one is nasty, folks! Shawn said she found an article on the CDC's website that said this virus might be a relative of the dreaded H1N1, Swine Flu. I'd believe it, if only because when you're in the throes of it, you feel like you seriously have the plague and are going to DIE. Alas, being viral there's not much for it, except tea and sympathy. I've been trying to give Shawn plenty of both.
Right, that's all the news that's fit to print for now. Back to writing sequel! Wish me luck!
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