Sometimes I Don't Even Know My Own Mind

[said_scarlett]

I had another nightmare last night, that went hand in hand with the one that came before. There slight differences, but the gist of it was the same. My talents and abilities put on trial, and they did not measure up. Akin to the man in Salem, though with a writer's flair, I was crushed beneath the weight of my own words.

I'm not in the habit of recurring dreams. Recurring places, recurring people, recurring items - yes. Recurring scenarios? Practically unheard of. And it worries me that these dreams bother me. Both times I woke up shaking and clutching my pillow and frightened, which is unusual. The last time I had any sort of 'nightmare' that caused such a reaction in me, it was a hypnogogic hallucination and therefor I thought it was real. And the moment I realized it was only a dream, I was fine.

Either Secret Garden, Secret Window really did get to me - which I suppose it could, it did deal with some issues I've been dealing with lately myself, in regards to writing and some other things - or I do have some some subconscious problem.

Let's face it: I've been having trouble writing lately. A lot. I can't even write drabbles at this point. I don't know why, and I don't know what to do to fix it. And maybe this is something that's tearing me apart inside where I can't realize it. Hell, I've even been feeling rather apathetic and cringy about my own LJ posts.

I finished the novella. We'll see what happens tonight.

Speaking of, I'm afraid I must blaspheme. You will most likely never, ever hear me say this again in regards to the work of the good Mr. King. I hate that I'm putting this on paper, but why hide from the truth?

I prefer the movie version to the novella.

More on that later, though, as I don't feel like going into a compare and contrast. This entry is already getting long, and I have things to do today. Yesterday ended up being spent in the kitchen for a great deal longer than I anticipated, and then I lost internet due to the weather. There's snow on the ground and more on the way and I overslept again.

At least it's Sunday.

Comments

[lovelies.livejournal.com]

I preferred the movie version too. I spent my entire teenage eating up his stories, but Secret Garden, Secret Window just had a lot of the little things that eventually put me off his stuff.

Anyway, have you ever tried doing his writing exercises? The one about the rainy cityscape really changed the way I approach my writing.

Let's Try This With My LJ...

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

The ending really, really threw me. It just seemed...tacked on and out of place in a novella that was mostly rooted in normal psychosis - which I think is what works so well in the movie version. It's rooted in reality. Like Cujo and Apt Pupil, it has a certain resonating terror due to the normality of the circumstances.

If you haven't read much of his more recent stuff, I really do recommend the collection 'Everything's Eventual' and the novel 'Lisey's Story'. Lisey's Story is, in my opinion, one of his best books.

I haven't in a long time, actually. Maybe I ought to go back and do some more.

[clover-elf-kin.livejournal.com]

Muses go on vacation, unfortunately! Mine's been AWOL for a WHILE now on pretty much anything but RP. I got lucky, though, I finally found inspiration to start a new story.

...in a book about a mouse that's a doctor. Yeah. Suffice to say that is NOT EVEN REMOTELY LIKE what I'm working on. XD So, uh, rest assured that we're all crazy here!