Wondering on the internet
What were the chances…
Sorry, got distracted there for a minute. Shall we get reacquainted? I used to post here all the damn time about things that struck my fancy, like Hollywood history, cool architecture, and fabulous books. Then I self-published a novel, and poppets, I did go on and on.
Then a couple of things happened, I was in the midst of writing another book when the political scene went cockeyed, and I clammed up. I had to silence my devices in order to concentrate, and lo and behold, I finished a first draft of the manuscript.
That manuscript has had a major rewrite. (If you’re curious, I changed the narrative voice from 3rd person to 1st person.) Now it is sitting with a marvelous reader and I am awaiting feedback. In the meantime I’ve been conjuring comments in my subconscious.
Aldous Huxley gave me his gut reaction in my dreams. He said, “I enjoyed the manuscript immensely, dear. But, I do think you would be taken more seriously if you employed less humor.” Anita Loos was bobbing her head silently in agreement. Even in my dream I was aware that was odd, because Ms. Loos was rarely silent about anything.
Yet, no matter what old Aldous said, the new work is only mildly amusing and in no way a comic novel. Thinking further about that dream, it’s a first time appearance for any authors—and esteemed ones, at that—in my night theater. Hm…
When I related that dream and my concerns about it to a friend she said, “Your dream was being typically dreamy-contrary, I think, teasing you, playing on unconscious guilt about your natural facility for light comedy.”
Is it any wonder that I adore her? And do you know where we met? Right here, in the land of social media.
Be well, angels, and I hope to be seeing more of you!