Rowanwick Witches series

5 Aug

Since I self-published Rowanwick Witches, Lesson 1: Spells and Enchantments in October 2017, I intend to self-publish the next two volumes this October. They are:

Rowanwick Witches, Lesson 2: Gingerbread

Rowanwick Witches, Lesson 3: Violet and Steampunk Boy

I decided to go ahead and publish both the same year, because I wrote Violet and Steampunk Boy first. It would have been the second book, except I thought there should be at least one more adventure before Aunt Amaryllis allows Violet to fly off on an adventure without her.

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Dinosaur Man

31 Jul

I dreamed that I was out in the woods. I got lost at some point, wandering away from my campground. I think someone hostile had scared me away, and I figured if I went back too soon, they’d still be there. So after wandering in a confusing direction, I looked out over a slope that was quite beautiful, and I thought: the Shire. I stepped forward from the path and into the field and reached into my pocket to get my camera phone, but it was gone. To my dismay, I realized I left my phone behind. For a second, I considered going back for it…and changed my mind.

I kept walking across the field. As I came closer to what looked like a dense forest straight ahead, I saw a path into it to the right and recognized that entrance. I knew where I was!

Someone was coming after me, running across the field. He looked like a dinosaur with a man’s body, or a man with a dinosaur’s head. He wore blue jeans and a pink t-shirt. I panicked and ran.

We reached the opening at just about the same time, and there was the path and a little wooden bridge before me. He smacked his back against a right-side wall and growled, and I growled back…until I realized he was just some guy in a fake dinosaur head.

The path before me resembled that of a science museum, despite my just being in the wild. I no longer felt fearful and walked along the path.

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I dreamed I was one of about three people visiting a tall and skinny guy in his 60s. The imagery in the dream, even when we were talking with the guy inside his house, kept going back to the narrow, curved street he lived on. It appeared to be just off the highway. The houses, on the left, were up on a slope and very close to each other. I was telling him that while house-hunting, I avoid streets like this, because I want to live in a place where it’s not difficult to find a parking place. This street was definitely not one of those places. To the left, below the houses, no stop cars were parked.

The dream ended with a whole bunch of cars and motorcycles departing simultaneously and thus many parking places becoming available.

Orwellian homophobia

30 Jul

Here’s a letter I just wrote to my senators and representative (and since I’m a bit behind, I have at least two more letters to write out to them–I typically compose them on my laptop and hand-write them in triplicate):

Dear Senator,

Today’s program is sponsored by the phrase “separation of homophobia and state.” Oh, did I just write “homophobia” instead of “church”? How…. not careless of me. Clearly for fundamentalist Xian homophobes/transphobes like (ew, yuck) Jeff Sessions (or is that “Missions”?), “separation of church and state” and “separation of homophobia and state” amount to much the same thing.

I am utterly horrified to learn…well, about anything to do with Jeff Sessions. I’m especially horrified, however, that he’s come up with a “Religious Liberty Tax Force” to protect hate groups and bigoted businesses. He uses Orwellian doublespeak to justify protecting the “right” of homophobic fundamentalist Xians to oppress people who don’t embrace what Adrienne Rich called “compulsory heterosexuality.”

As your constituent, I demand that you do all you can to prevent this beyond-absurd and hateful task force from coming into existence.

Dreams about Publishing and Education

29 Jul

I had a dream in which I was speaking with someone who was passing me a package that was probably a manuscript. That person said, “We want to publish _Barbaric Invasion _.”

After waking, I was aware that I’ve barely begun that novel. Also, that’s a working title that I’ll probably replace with something better.

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I dreamed I was a college student and had some confusion during a class. An instructor announced a special project we would be doing that afternoon. If sounded interesting but daunting.

Later, I was running around getting errands done and realized that I was running late for the class that involved that project. I wasn’t even sure where we were meeting.

I think that was the same dream involving a somewhat dark and huge room containing gothic revival furniture. Benches with red velvet padding and dark wood that formed arches. There were much smaller, similar pieces of furniture that were alters, I knew, and one of them contained dollhouse miniatures, including a bed.

House Dream

25 Jul

I dreamed that I lived in a big old Craftsman house, one of those tall rectangular ones. I went out into the front yard for some reason, and some random young woman going past (walking? Or biking?) scowled at me and gave me the finger. I had no idea, but I said to myself, “Okay, I’d better hurry up and get the fence and gate set up.” It was weird and random, and she didn’t even seem like a neo-Nazi or anything like that—just a bully, I guess. But she did give me that feeling of being unsafe and needing to hurry up with the fence and gate.

I looked around and realized that I was actually on the corner in front of the house next door rather than directly in front of my house. Who knows, maybe she had a grudge against my next-door neighbor. But it was still creepy and made me anxious to get back inside and hide from the world.

Next, I was entering the house, and there was a little front room—actually, more like a back exit room than a front hall—where several real estate signs were propped up against the wall. It was the first time I’d noticed them, and I started to look through them.

In this reality, I thought I was going to get a fence and driveway gate really soon and even measured for it, but some other home improvements have proved to be more urgent.

Dream involving India and Dodos

20 Jul

I dreamed I was visiting India. (It’s been a decade since I was last there.)

There was an airport scene in which I saw a whole bunch of Indian people wearing traditional orange clothing, and I felt bad that I wasn’t wearing something more Indian; I was in winter clothes, including a beret.

Later, in India, I was at the edge of a lake, as were a great many people. The lake (or pond) was surrounded by dark, tall, skinny trees, and I kept looking beyond them at the brown water. I may have seen animals in or near the water. Most people were looking in the opposite direction, perhaps at flying kites. Anyway, I was near an extremely skinny old man in a dhoti and white t-shirt. Just beyond him was a young woman (30s?) and a small child to whom she was speaking. I was eavesdropping and may have butted in with as question.

I was working on a craft project: sewing intricate little things such as beads and bits of lace onto a red hat. It was all found items that I added to the hat. I think–maybe earlier—I was admiring someone else’s craft project, perhaps a gown practically covered in beads.

At the edge of the trees surrounding the lake, right in front of me, was a simple white sign that had several sentences in neat black handwriting. One of the lines was: “Site of the last dodo.” I was utterly fascinated by this and had no idea dodos existed in India (they didn’t) and wanted to know the story behind that. I asked the old man, but he seemed scared that I spoke to him, so I turned to the young woman, but she was deep in conversation with the child, and after the old guy’s horrified reaction, I felt too shy to speak to anyone. I resumed focusing on my craft project.

Crafty

17 Jul

I dreamed that I worked in an office: a large room full of rows of long, dark brown tables where numerous people sat with a comfortable amount of space between them. I approached a supervisor at a table in the front of the room, and there were some boxes. She assigned me a project: I had to complete toy mice or something like that, which someone else had started.

She showed me a box of partially done projects that included calico cloth dolls in a variety of colorful patterns and shaped like gingerbread cookies; there was more bright and colorful calico, to make clothing for these dolls, which were not stuffed.

While I was standing before the manager and getting projects and looking at other projects, Jon (from Sagebrush) was also there, and she assigned him a project. Each of us returned to our table, which we shared with at least one more person.

Getting paid to do crafts? Now that’s a job I’d enjoy!