lenora_rose | Made of Fiction

Trying to think of good names for the Labyrinth story. Nothing obvious yet. Also still trying to figure out how to come up with a query blurb for it that doesn't sound like "Labyrinth film rip-off", since the very base plot (Girl going through maze of illusions to save person she cares about imprisoned by enigmatic master of same maze) sure looks it. But honestly, it's not. The few things that still riff off the film in any way are the bits that take the concept apart.
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It's at 30k (Not consecutive, alas, but enough for some of the mid-book issues to crop up, rather than early book.) At least I know the next big scene, because it's the one that's been haunting and horrifying me all day. But in the meantime, my protagonist is making a confession that - well, it hits close to some real life things that could hurt. Need to remember to tread carefully. Also need to not do this at stupid-o'clock on a worknight.
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Hideous dream last night. The set-up, as often does, sounds more than a little absurd. The short version is, a monster ina computer-game dungeon stopped chasing around my character, and decded to chase *me* (My brother tried to get his own character in ebtween to fight it off, but I knew the character wasn't up to doing this fight head-on, and the thing was trying to get around him and go after me anyhow).

I woke up half-convinced that waking was not waking as such, but jumping between worlds, back to my own. Worse, the horrible thing in the dream was going to be able to cross to the real world - that in fact, I *had* to get up and move around and shake some of the sleep off, or either the dream-world would swallow me up and leave me at its mercy there, or else the thing would be able to follow the route I took out of the dream and into this world, and wreak even more havoc. To the point where I was a bit nervous looking out windows on the main floor.

But I was in this not-wholly-real mental state, when I continued to the kitchen for a quick glass of milk.

I was also able to half convince myself, though, that if something as nonexistent as a dream actually could make its way here, I'd logically, also be able to conjure up Ketan and Theo from The Serpent Prince and sequels, who are pretty damn good fighters -- since my characters, considerably more substantial. This got me thinking that it might be sort of entertaining to introduce them that literally to my friends afterward. (And how do you get them back?)

Apparently, my dreaming mind is more visual than my writing mind, because I could picture them a lot more clearly than I usually can.

When I woke up for real in the morning, I *did* get how ridiculous this line of reasoning was, and how fiction is, well, made of fiction, but at 2 Am, this is what let me sleep again.

It seems that sometimes being half asleep is tantamount to being crazy - at least it's temporary.
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