Can I go back to dreams about IRC, please?

Had a very strange dream last night. I blame Nytol, it does peculiar things to me, and may well interact badly with cheese. Anyway, I appear to have dreamt an entire horror movie. All about a group of kids in a huge house, and various bits of statuary, ornaments and suchlike that come alive and attack them. It was all quite freaky. There was this one wooden doll that just would not die! I woke up when my alarm clock went off. The kids were in some sort of sports room (like a basketball court) and they thought they'd killed it, but I knew it was lurking around just outside. How freaky is that?

Stay off the cheese, Ori...

Nanowrimo and abject failure

Er, so... 50,000 word novel... Not quite. I managed a good 5% of this word count before my brain seized in the act of trying to get from point A (start) to point B (end). I'll keep digging at it though. I think I may require a more structured approach. Just sitting down at my desk and writing straight from the top of my head doesn't seem to work terribly well. I might have done better had I gone with what I started to do, which was writing the bits that came to me (regardless of where they were in the story) as they came to me. Still, never mind. :(

That's that project added to the list of half-finished short stories, half-started novels and half-arsed poetry...

Damn you, Puzzledonkey!

Ok, so I made the mistake of starting PD2. That's my productivity shot to hell. *sigh*

Still, having started so early does give me the satisfaction of being able to be smug at those bringing up the rear :)