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megwritesLast night, I had a dream about some sort of strange romance/chase aboard a luxury spaceship in which a doctor was hiding from an old marm escorting pretty young girls to another planet and I think the ship's captain and he hid in the room of said pretty young girl who then became his ally in ducking the old marm and the captain.
In the middle of the dream, I stopped dreaming of that and started dreaming of myself writing down brief notes on the characters and sketches in my notebook because *wow* this dream would make a really good story. I saw myself making the letters with the pen on the paper.
Upon waking up, I realized that:
a) I don't think I actually could do anything else with my life but write and
b) duder. Just duder.
Off to try to make an angsty time travel short story something worth submitting.
In the middle of the dream, I stopped dreaming of that and started dreaming of myself writing down brief notes on the characters and sketches in my notebook because *wow* this dream would make a really good story. I saw myself making the letters with the pen on the paper.
Upon waking up, I realized that:
a) I don't think I actually could do anything else with my life but write and
b) duder. Just duder.
Off to try to make an angsty time travel short story something worth submitting.
