There were four of us in a pickup truck; two were visitors. We were across a gulf of water from where we needed to be, but were heading back to the other side soon. We decided to stop along the water’s edge to see the view before crossing– the sun was hitting the mountains and… Continue reading dream of the boat-dwellers
Just a quick thing. I know I mentioned last month that I was at around 50% recall rate in terms of how many days I woke with memories intact enough to write them down. Well, it's gone even more mental this month. Every day of November I've written down at least one dream upon waking… Continue reading Studies show dream recall at all-time high
Well, it's the second day of November (and therefore also of NaNoWriMo) and I've barely had a chance to think about writing. I'm actually planning to use the thirty-day countdown this year to write draft two of the book I penned in full last November. Not strictly allowed according to the rules, but it's just… Continue reading Brooklynvalley in November
Lately the dreams have been mental– this whole month, just mad. I think of the twenty twenty-one days passed thus far, I have recorded at least twelve dreams. Unheard of, but I did realize last February or March (whenever it was I decided to begin writing them down again) that the more regularly one keeps… Continue reading dreams and the waning of october
I remember a recurring drive: we were looking for a place to spend some summer (swimming) time– weekends, maybe. There was an area, a small town or somewhere near water. I think it was Kelley and I– second party vague (in frame but not in focus–). There were a number of places. It felt like a… Continue reading another dream of houses and pools
(A woman in my dreams, that is. It probably has to do with the death of Teddy.) There was this most eccentric family next door. Well, the perspective kept shifting; I was ostensibly watching a movie, only each time I watched it, things happened from a different perspective, based upon where I was– because I… Continue reading She reminded me of the Edies*
dream Etymology: Middle English dreem, from Old English drēam: noise, joy 1 : a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep 2 : an experience of waking life having the characteristics of a dream: as a : a visionary creation of the imagination : daydream b : a state of mind marked by… Continue reading Fiction is where we want to live
In which we visit the farm of an eccentric family and wish to stay– or at least return. Click on the image to see the larger map. It's another long dream... The connection was through Joe– the place belonged to the family of one of his classmates, but Jon, Flip and I were there as… Continue reading dream of eccentrics
It's just because I've been so busy with work, and nothing else much to write about. I realize I have also been remiss about Emily's Flat Stanley. Again, haven't had a chance ot take him out in Brooklyn! (Although I did bring him to DC...) Another map from a dream: Excerpt: There was a wedding… Continue reading remiss at updates
That's a phrase lifted from Cary Tennis in today's Since You Asked column. I think it makes a fine title and perhaps I will do a drawing for it. Or something. You can't go wrong with the word scoundrel in a sentence. It has a theatrical flair. It evokes imaginary and colorful histories; ubiquitously nostalgic,… Continue reading the costumery of scoundrels
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