Nov 30 2002
driving myself batty
i’ve had an idea for something to write about nagging me all day. it’s right on the peripheral of my brain. it came to me in the middle of the night– it woke me up at 4 this morning. but i was tired and i couldn’t find my glasses or a pen. so i just promised myself to hold onto it and then write it up in the morning. only now, i’ve sort of forgotten what it was i wanted to write about. it was really great too. damnit.
Last night I dreamt that I wrote the most ingenious short story ever: twisted, thick, meaty, elegant and perfect. I was telling a bunch of artists all about the story, and they sure were impressed. But then a car alarm went off outside and now I can’t remember my perfect story. I am really brilliant when I’m sleeping, though.
01 Dec 02 at 12:55 pm #