But Call Me Betsy

This weekend, I will consider looking up a bunch of free writing exercises, maybe even ones that have to do with writing a novel. I need some direction and path in these morning writing sessions, because I feel like I'm mostly just doing them to get the words done, though I did actually go back to an entry this week to write the script for the animation. Had this crazy vivid dream last night of trying to find Dan's house and getting lost but going past this house that had these super giant cats--like Maine Coone cats, but they were larger than leopards and when I looked in the window, I could see that there were many, many of these animals except that then, they turned into dogs, and one dog was blind, but his blind eyes were huge and had swirls of amber and gold whirling around in them, like a dog who might try to hypnotize you. I think this is because I've been hearing about this blind Chinese dissident who escaped political captivity by jumping over a wall. Also had ...

I had a vivid dream last night that I was a RN at this very busy hospital. My first job was to get this transient-looking guy prepped for an organ transplant. Unfortunately, I lost him--I mean, like I couldn't find him. He ran down the escalator and out of the doors. In the dream, I remember thinking, "Of course I'm a nurse! Why didn't I think about this career before? I love nursing!" But then I woke up and remember my days as a volunteer candy striper and how most of the time, we just did things like carry sputum or shit samples to the lab in clear plastic vials. I'm sure that nurses do other things, but don't they also have to clean up vomit and take swabs of icky things and see people feeling bad. I think in my dream, I also realized that I was in the ob/gyn track. I'm sure that all of this is a deep psychological response to the fact that I now know of three women younger than me who are all three months pregnant and having their babies in Augus...