A story and a weird dream

Last night hubby and I had to do something other than sit on our asses. The dishes were quite literally taking up all the sink. Hubby takes care of the dishes because I do the cooking for the most part. Plus, I don’t know what it is but if you leave dishes in our sink overnight you’ve got a good chance of finding a spider in the sink the next time you go to do dishes. Spiders love two places in our house the kitchen sink and the upstairs bathroom. *cringe* And we’re not talking little one’s, so far in the sink there have only been spiders big enough to impress my husband and that’s no easy task. K, enough spider talk. So anyway, my hubby started doing the dishes and I went upstairs to tidy up the room we had been using for storage. Now that my sister in law has her boxes out of our storage area we can move ours in. Anyway, while sifting through some of my old papers and binders and stuff I ran across an old Novel I had started, probably around 10th grade or so. I started reading it and it was actually good material. I thought of a better way to open the story, the beginning was weak. I think I’m going to go back to working on it.

I always wanted to have something published. It all started when I was around 14 years old. I had entered a poetry contest and the award was to be announced at a banquet I was attending. In my little head I knew I wasn’t going to win, hell, I couldn’t even figure out why I had entered so when the award anouncements started I didn’t pay them much attention. Next thing I heard though was “…and in first place Brandi Wright!” I nearly fainted.

That started my desire to write. The next year I entered the contest again and took second place. It always felt good when I was writing and I don’t know why I ever quit.

My novel only has one chapter and it needs a lot of work but the story line is good. I’m going to go with it and see where it leads. I’ll have to type in the first chapter after I finish it. Maybe I’ll get it published someday. I’ve never wanted to be a full time author but having something published would be neat to say the least.

So what’s my story about you ask? It’s about a young girl named Annah who is just getting ready to really begin her life. She’s 17, a senior in high school and just got accepted into Yale. She wants to be a pediatrician. When the story opens she’s discussing Yale in the schoolyard with her friend Lindsey who is sad because she’s only going to the local community college. They’ve been best friends forever and now they’ll be so far apart. The next morning (the day of her mothers birthday, the day she was going to tell her mom she got her acceptance letter from Yale) she awakens to find herself in a strange place. She’s been kidnapped by a witch and taken to the witches shack in a land far away from America. The witch tells her she’s chosen, chosen to marry the prince of a land called Amaron and she is to become it’s queen. The rest of the first chapter deals with her fighting them and trying to understand why she’s been chosen, why they’ve decided to take away her dreams. It also deals with her parents and eventually they’ll all come to accept it as her destiny but I haven’t gotten to that part yet.

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So, what else? I’m not coming to work tomorrow, woohoo. 🙂 I’m “working” from home. In all honesty though I don’t have shit to do so I’ll probably be more like keeping tabs on my e-mail and phone to make sure the world doesn’t fall apart and I’ll either be working on my story or playing neverwinter nights. 🙂

I had the most bizarre dream last night. I attribute it to Neverwinter. Lets see how much of it I can remember. I remember me and my husband were both in it. We were having problems with undead appearing in our house after a visit to one of those tarot card readers. Apparently he had opened a portal in our house for the undead. When we contacted him though he said we’d have to see someone else about closing the portal and he gave us an address. We drove out there and it was an old abandoned apartment complex. When the gates opened to let us in we saw hundreds and hundreds of various types of undead walking around. A mummy ran up to my door and started trying to get in. I locked the door as fast as possible and said “I am NOT getting out of this car.” My husband agreed that was a good idea and he opened his door and ran to the apartment we were supposed to find the guy at. I ended up pulling out a book to read and eventually the undead gave up on trying to get at me. When my husband finally came back he said the guy had performed a ritual and when we got home there might be a few straggling undead to kill but the portal would be closed. Then I woke up.