I wake up from the oddest dream. It takes place in my school library, which was always big, but my dream renders it in almost unfathomable scale. It’s cavernous, stretching as far as the eye can see. The decor is like the set of a fantasy movie: all grass, wispy trees, mist, but with a layer of artifice. And yet, it all seems perfectly normal–this is exactly how the library is meant to be. I have no idea what I’m doing there. I don’t browse any books, or read anything.
And then I wake up.
Rach comes down with a migraine later in the day, which means the evening disappears in a melee of dinner, baths, bedtimes and lunch-making. I don’t feel like watching anything so I tinker with the blog for a while. As a would-be author I feel I should be making more effort to promote MY STORIES–GET THEM HERE!!!–on these pages. I fruitlessly search for a plug-in to make it easier to stick some cover images in the sidebar but, as always, nothing quite works the way I need it to. In the end I realise that I’ll just have to build it in the old-fashioned way.
But it’s late, and I’m tired. And I have The Martian to catch up with.