thoughtfulAnxiety and mild "my series is over, what do I do now" depression aside, I sometimes look at my life and I'm just staggered by the unlikeliness of it all. I had a book come out on Tuesday. Tomorrow, I'm leaving for Disneyland with my mother, my sister, and my best friend. I have cats that can be charitably called large, and uncharitably called props from a horror movie. I have a movie option. I'm reprinting my fourth album, because it's almost sold out. I have some of the most amazing, interesting, articulate friends and fans and readers in the world. I have an agent who, frankly, could not be more perfect for me if I had been allowed to design my own agent in a lab.
Even the little details are too good to be true. There's an immensely popular line of fashion dolls modeled on famous monsters; Fringe got renewed; Doctor Who is back on the air; the X-Men are awesome again; James Gunn has a video game about a chainsaw-wielding blonde cheerleader who fights zombies with high kicks and snark. Basically, it's like the universe has been rearranging itself to suit my deepest desires, and if not everything is perfect, that's because too much perfection is unbelievable. The world is trying to add veracity to my dream.
This is why I don't like to sleep very much.
I'm too afraid of waking up.
May 24 2012, 21:05:52 UTC 5 years ago
There will be no parting now.
This much, let me avow
All your world is what it seems,
And not just a dream within a dream.
Let not your hopes be blown away
Not in night, not in the day
Your visions are writ down
We can read them; you'll never be gone.
You stand not alone along the shore
Prithee, Lady, weep no more.
I hold within my hand ideas of yours
Fae visions, words of gore,
Aeslin mice hail evermore.
All that read thee do truly deem
We wish with you to dream
In your dreams within our Dream.
May 25 2012, 14:20:51 UTC 5 years ago