Okay, so night before last I had a bizarre dream. (Husband was out of town, and I often have strange dreams when he's not there. Of course, I have weird ones when he is too, but there's no one to discuss it with if he's traveling.) Anyway, I dreamed we were on a trip to Russia and had a layover in London. At the London airport I stopped to pet a man's miniature polar bear--he was calling it a dog, but I knew better. My husband figured I could pet it better if he handed my tote bag off to a woman he thought was with the bear guy. But she wasn't with the bear guy. She was just some opportunistic thief who took off with my bag. I chased her down, but she had already ditched it, and I grabbed her by the hair and started yelling for the British police to come and get her--only I wasn't yelling "THIEF!" I was yelling "VOLEUR!", a word I only know because the "v" at the beginning of it was branded on Jeanne de la Motte Valois--those of you familiar with the Affair of the Necklace will understand. The police gave me a high sign as if to say, "Be patient, we're coming," and I started banging her head into the wall to make sure she didn't go anywhere. And then I started slamming it onto the floor just to make REALLY sure. And the part that intrigues me the most about this dream? The miniature polar bear. Because I totally want one.
On a creative note, I recently discovered a technique that is PURE UNADULTERATED GENIUS. A writer, whose blog has escaped my bookmarks and whose site I cannot find again, posted her method for keeping her notes and her manuscript in front of her while she works: she opens two documents side by side on her monitor. So simple, so brilliant, SO NOT SOMETHING I WOULD HAVE EVER THOUGHT OF. I'm completely trying this for revisions on TDTF, and if it works, I'll be investing in the mother of all monitors. WHEEEEEE!!!