I had a dream last night that ended with one of my bosses, Anna Guevarra, sending me a note saying, “Well, you even included the time stamp, that makes it particularly easy,” and attached to it was a file titled TERMINATION NOTICE, and I went to go open the file, and then I woke up, so I have no idea what I did — with a time stamp! — that merited prompt termination, but I’m sorry?
I think my subconscious thinks I’ve been lollygagging around long enough since end of semester, and it’s high time I start writing.
Sorry to drag poor unsuspecting bosses into the little playlets my subconscious is writing to kick my ass into gear! I will give my subconscious a stern talking to. It should be waking me up with story ideas instead, dammit.