A happy post to counteract the ranty one

Oddly enough, I dreamed about Severus Snape and Remus Lupin last night. Which shouldn't be odd, seeing as how I had read two stories by the recently-discovered (to me) scribbulus_ink, whose original OTP is SS/RL. So there you go. Can't remember a whole lot about it now except that I talked to Snape a lot, and somehow my rainbow pack of thin Sharpie pens were a part of the conversation. *facepalm*

Even better, two nights ago, in a dream, I got to meet licia_north and her friend, letters_in_sand in real life! In my own subconscious, anyway. It was the coolest. We played some baseball (??) and Licia played with my hair for a bit. I woke up with a huge smile on my face, so happy that I had finally gotten to meet her. Except, of course, I hadn't.

I realized as I drove into work this morning that during the 18 months while I was absolutely churning out Tolkienfic (which only stopped with the Mithrils and the overwhelming desire to write Harry Potter instead for awhile, which has freed up my imagination to astonishing degrees) I didn't dream of the characters, despite seeing, say, FotR 11 times in the movie theater, and watching particular scenes with Eowyn in them dozens of times when I was designing my costume. And I didn't dream about my OFC, nor Dwarves, nor Morwen/Thengel/anyone else who I was writing about for months at a time.

There must be something about the accessibility of the HP characters that has allowed them to seep into my subconscious in ways that the Tolkien characters didn't, save that one dream I had when I was Legolas in a LotR musical. Please don't spew on your screen. It was pretty cool to be a flying Elf in my dream, I must say. Then again, the dream from a couple of months ago when I got to have really searing, butterflies in stomach kisses with 'George Weasley' was pretty great as well.

My dreamlife. What a mess. All the books I read, movies I see, stories I'm writing and reading, artwork sent to me- all in one kaleidoscope of quasi-reality otherwise known as my mind: The Alembic.

No wonder I'm always so confused.

Wonderful, wretched, wicked Weasleys

Well, for the five of you who care about this WIP (and I swear, it will not be a WIP for many more weeks), I found my fingers tripping over the words this evening while writing on legal paper. I was overcome with the JKR-ness of the twins finishing each other's sentences. But only within this very particular context, and one that even [from the author's POV] irritates them when they do it. I've actually been working on the twinfic, and this evening, it was like the sensation I had when cleaning my bathtub when I first had the inkling to write from Eowyn's POV and about the Rohirrim and felt that they had things to say and they were absolutely knocking on my head to get out (that being 18 months ago).

Same thing for Fred and George, this evening. I know I haven't posted anything on "February" for the twinfic (and seeing as how they leave Hogwarts in April, I do realize that there isn't that much to happen, but given the fact that I have two divergent realities for them to fall into, both of which are very meaningful to me) in a few weeks, so I hope this will tide you over.

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( February, OotP, per George's POV, otherwise known as My Own Explanation as to How The Twins Come To Be Tenants of 93, Diagon Alley. In A Legitimate, Harry Gave Us The 1,000 Galleons Type Way. Shut Up, Lee Jordan. Who Asked You? )