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I picked a picture of a grindstone for this post because that’s what today is: back to the grindstone. After a weekend of fun and games, I must return my mind to a working state. I’m Sweating with Sven, after all. I don’t even know my Th-Sun word totals, but they aren’t much. I’d be surprised if I broke 600. (I’ll figure it out later today.)
I took the laptop to TN, and I even used it a few times. I did spend about an hour and a half writing in the two days I was there. Not enough to brag about, really.
And I did solve, I think, a plot issue while lying facedown on the massage table and breathing in lavender while a tiny woman with really strong hands kneaded my back. 
The coup de grace of the entire retreat was the Murder Mystery Party on Saturday night. Everyone did a fabulous job, though the coordinator did the best job of all in arranging everything. The costumes were elaborate, the hijinks hilarious, and the mystery was good. I have pictures that I’ll upload eventually.
My mind is rested, but also weird. I dreamed last night that my husband decided to write a horror story, had 50 pages done, and somehow got a passel of agents interested (because I was trying to get them interested in me and one saw his stuff instead, LOL).
After a major bidding war, my husband (the non-writer), got offered a $5.6 million advance on the strength of 50 pages. Everyone asked me if I was jealous, but I said hell no I wasn’t jealous, just envious, and besides, I’d get the benefits of the money anyway. (I ain’t stupid.) 
When I told the hubby my dream this morning, he started plotting. I told him that all I knew about his story was that it had a werewolf in it. He thought that wasn’t very interesting and had been done before. I told him it’s the twist you put on a story that makes it unique.
Hubby, being a smarty pants, has decided to pen GayoWolf, about a decorator who goes to Sweden for furniture and gets attacked by a werewolf. The man ain’t right. I’m afraid my dream was just a dream after all. No multi-million dollar advance in the Harris future, it seems. 
Has your mind ever come up with weird dreams after a period of relaxation? I don’t know where that came from, believe me. Partly, I’m sure it’s a fear that I’m not a good writer and that I won’t succeed. Partly, my mind was keeping the success close to home in giving it to my husband. And the werewolf had to be a manifestation of my frustration with the paranormal market (and the approach of Halloween).
But most importantly, do you think GayoWolf has a chance?
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LOL… oh yea, there is an untapped market for that stuff.
LOL! That’s so funny. Yeah, why not? Gayowolf away. What about Spayowolf? A man whose wife finds out he is cheating.
“And I did solve, I think, a plot issue while lying facedown on the massage table and breathing in lavender while a tiny woman with really strong hands kneaded my back.
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I do hate you, you know?
You’re talking about weird waking dreams? Well, the closest I can come to that is alcohol induced insanity. Case in point: It was the night I got smashed during Anne Frasier’s blog party last year. We were all sipping the vino which for me was something big because I don’t usually drink, for reasons that will become obvious in a few seconds. Anyway, after I logged off and stopped running around the house acting stooopid (this is why I don’t drink) I came up with what I thought was a bestselling book idea, but when I read my chicken scratchings the next day, I had to go WTF? It was absolutely horrible. Something about dead hyenas coming back to life…I can’t remember. Anyway, it didn’t make a lick a sense, but it sounded brilliant as hell the night before. LOL!
You just never know. Gayowolf could be the next big thing.
I love it when the strange dreams kick in. It doesn’t happen often enough.
Gayowolf may be the next big thing. Get him writing…
And you wrote at the retreat? Wow. My laptop never left its case (and I only took it because I thought we’d need it for the blog…)
Cynthia, I hope you’re right.
Kathy, LOL! You need to take a break from historicals and write romantic comedy. Or historical comedy if you want to. That was FUNNY.
Sorry, Tanya, but it was a nice massage.
ROFL on the dead hyenas!! But if anybody could make it work, you could. 
PC, it’s now GayoWolf, Decorator and Predator. He just ain’t right in the head, I’m telling ya.
Yep, I wrote at the retreat, but not much. A couple of times when I thought that I should sneak off and do some writing, I was having too much fun talking.
I even thought about skipping the Plot Party (like you did, ahem) since I’m not a plotter, but I didn’t want to miss anything that might happen. And it was interesting, to say the least. 
Jean, how did I nearly miss your comment in there!? It was certainly a strange dream, but why couldn’t I get a good plot idea out of it? LOL, I see a werewolf and my hubby makes him a gay decorator werewolf.
No, Lynn. Dead hyenas WOULD NOT work in any universe. I don’t care if NORA tried to write it. The silly idea was born from a mind drowned in cheap Merlot.