Had a lovely Colin Farrell dream this morning. I don't remember all that many details, but he and I were lovers and we had built a house in the hills outside Portland. He had to go outside to smoke, and he was perfectly happy to (!). And I remember lying on one of the lovely set of matching couches in front of the fireplace making out.
Then my brain got caught up in the layout of the house, and that was that. I'm absolutely obsessed with houseplans. I still have many houseplan books I've saved, and one of the major ways I used to relax was to leaf through page after page of plans.
So, all in all, it was a nice respite from RL. And now back to my novel . . . (I've reached more than 8,000 words. I'd like to double that this weekend!)
- I feel:creative
- I hear:raindrops