My Sleep-deprived Muse
Jul. 5th, 2008 02:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marydellSo last night I had a dream about writing. Yay! My brain still cares about writing!
In the dream (as in real life) I'm lamenting the fact that I don't have a good setting/cosmology for fantasy stories...I need to come up with an environment that's fresh and that reflects the things that I find magical in life. An older woman sitting at the other end of the table from me says I can write stories in a shared universe with her, if I like...she tells me about her great setting and says she'll let me use it. Her fantasy setting is a magical forest that connects the real world with a different, magical world.
I wake up at this point and say "wow, hey! That older woman must be a part of me, she's like my inner muse! How cool, she's giving me ideas in my sleep!"
Then I wake up a little more and realize that my inner muse is a HACK. I mean, come on, the Wood between the Worlds? She's not even TRYING.
In the dream (as in real life) I'm lamenting the fact that I don't have a good setting/cosmology for fantasy stories...I need to come up with an environment that's fresh and that reflects the things that I find magical in life. An older woman sitting at the other end of the table from me says I can write stories in a shared universe with her, if I like...she tells me about her great setting and says she'll let me use it. Her fantasy setting is a magical forest that connects the real world with a different, magical world.
I wake up at this point and say "wow, hey! That older woman must be a part of me, she's like my inner muse! How cool, she's giving me ideas in my sleep!"
Then I wake up a little more and realize that my inner muse is a HACK. I mean, come on, the Wood between the Worlds? She's not even TRYING.
