I Owe My Dog

This morning, at approximately six o'clock, my dog woke me up. Now, since our typical waking up time in the morning starts around seven thirty these days, I was not impressed. However, I guess I do owe her a little, because her waking me up meant that I rolled out of bed with a dream still fresh in my mind.

Within this dream was the seed for a new thesis story. After I woke up the second time and went through my morning routine, I fleshed the story out, figured out how to start it, and decided that the main character should be named Maggie.

The funny part is that now I can't really remember the dream itself, which has faded until only one image remains. All I hang onto is the picture of Maggie herself, a gray cloud above, and the thought "she is the weather."

I think the dog has earned herself an extra treat or two today.

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Tonight was a prime example of the whole point of this blog's title. Sometimes you've got to let go of your plan and let something else figure things out on your behalf. Every now and again, it works.

I got a fountain pen today. It's technically for calligraphy (since that was the only way I could find a cheap one). As soon as I had time to try it out, I started a new letter to Camii.

This month my challenge for everyone is to change their writing ritual. My plan was/is to do more longhand writing and to step away from my pre-planned projects.

Since Sunday I've been listening to The Church in my car.

Yesterday I had a Hungry Eye meeting and afterwards gave a ride to someone who talked about her poetry.

A handful of nights ago I had a dream.

In my letter to Camii, I hit a spot where I told her how making the decision to step away from knowing what to write next meant I wasn't really sure what I would write next. I started talking about a possible story idea. Then, I started to tell her about the dream.

On my way home from class tonight, I started to write a poem. All of the things I listed went together and led to the poem, even if I can't exactly explain how all of them fit. Once I got home I grabbed a piece of paper and my fountain pen and wrote out the first draft.

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