So this morning I had a nightmare. It involved a virus that turned everyone it infected into a semi-vampire, and the infected started hunting the non-infected, for food and fun. We were locked in our house, and the kernel of this dream was me holding the front door against someone who had a key and was trying to get in. The small group of buddies with the guy trying to get in hung back a little, waiting to see what would happen. I held the door and the lock so it wouldn’t move.

They got tired of trying it, and drifted away to find other prey. I was shaking, and went back down the hall. The DHM was sleeping, and I tried to wake him up. “What? They left, didn’t they?” And he went back to sleep.

So I started packing up everything useful and all the food that wouldn’t spoil much in a drive. “What are you doing?” the Princess asked.

“We’re packing everything useful in the car, and we’re going out to ________’s,” I replied grimly. “They have guns.”

Then I woke up. My first thought was, wow, trip anxiety is a bitch, man. My second was, predictably, I could write that. It works. Hm…How would I do that?

That is, I suppose, the curse of being a writer. Nightmares, odd thoughts, all sorts of things get filed under “material.” There’s good material and bad material, but rarely is an experience ever just what it is. Rather, it is to be strip-mined to provide food for characters. All things serve the Muse.

Now that I’ve stopped sweating and shaking, I might want to write that one down. Whew.

In other news, I thought I wanted a Wikipedia entry until I read this. If I wouldn’t even be allowed to delete information that would make it easier to stalk/identity thieve me, and if I wouldn’t even be allowed to correct inaccurate info, I’m not sure it’s such a good idea. Also, there’s enough bad juice floating around out there (people who don’t like my name, or found something wrong with my books) that a wiki just seems…well, a bit like an infection I could do without. It might be mostly benign, but maybe I shouldn’t wish for it.

I’m almost wondering if I should add a wiki to my website, just for reference purposes about each series. I’m sure a few Readers would enjoy that.

Oh, and last night we carved pumpkins. They are appropriately spooooooky. Our sycamore hasn’t really dropped its leaves yet, so we still have a great deal of rustling going on when a breeze wanders by at night. It’s like the whole world conspires on Halloween.

I am still feeling the effects of that nightmare. Wow. Such powerful feelings are nothing to mess with.

Which is why they make good material…

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