Alan Rickman played a bad guy in my dream last night.

There was a hot private investigator, with intense blue eyes, an issue about a jewel, running and hiding, deep-sea fishing (why?), and Alan Rickman was the bad guy.  The PI jumped off a bridge to escape, and we hid in a bush, before being found (Alan Rickman sneered, “Pathetic.” while dangling my antique ruby heart-shaped pendant in front of me); the PI gazed into my eyes as he helped me pick up my grandmother’s jewelry, scattered thoughtlessly by Alan Rickman across the dirt trail in the forest, and I knew that he was The One.  He made a few jokes, to try to lighten the mood in spite of our danger, and promised to take me on a date.  I wanted to tell him that he was The One, but it was too early in our relationship.  The PI – he looked kind of like James McAvoy, but darker.

It was the kind of dream that you want to stay in, to see where it goes (ahem!), how it will end.  Unfortunately, I had to wake up.  But I wrote it all down, and more, and I will have to revisit it to see what happens next!

Addicted to!

I’m a big Coke drinker to geting with – it’s my main vice.  I rarely drink (though I’d like to learn about wine appreciation); I don’t smoke; I don’t do drugs or hang out with those who do (though I support the legalization of marijuana – prohibition hasn’t been terribly successful, has it?)… I drink Coke.  It used be Pepsi, but when I was pregnant with my first child, I avoided all caffeine assiduously, and then I just found Coke tasted better.  It’s funny, there are a few foods I can’t have anymore, my tastebuds changed.  Anyhoo…  now, Coke has a promotional thing – if you buy a bottle or box or 2 litre you can get points and redeem them for iTunes credits.  I am enjoying this immensely!  I love my iTunes, and now I might get a free song or something else almost as good, by getting my daily dose of carbonated caffeinated sugar water.  Woot!

Coming out of the depths of winter…

So we’re emerging from the frozen core of the season… which helps me to come out of the deep depression I’ve been in (again). I have neglected this blog, in part because I have chronic depression, as well as SAD, which make my work as a parent and a teacher even more challenging at this time of year. It helps to have my “prosthetic” – my anti-depressants which give me back my balance, restoring the chemical which is missing in my brain. I can trace my periods of moderate to severe depression back to the age of ten, but I wasn’t diagnosed or regulated by medication until seven years ago. I’ve tried yoga and meditation, on their own and with the medication, and I find that the combination does work the best for me. I also take comfort in knowing that there are other successful, intelligent people out there – past and present – who live and cope with depression. I do find that romance novels help in a lot of ways. They’re a temporary escape, especially when you can’t afford a real getaway to someplace hot and tropical…(Poolboy, I’m waiting for my mimosa… Poolboy?)

So, on positive notes… We’re getting more sunshine now, in my part of the world; we’re two weeks from March Break, and we’ve even had a few days of temperatures above zero celsius. My marking load has improved since we changed semesters, so I am optimistic that I can finish my full novel by June, if I work on it a little at a time. My original goal was to have it finished by New Years, but that’s okay. The birthdays are done, the holidays are done for a while (excepting Easter / Ostara, but that’s some time away) (and St. Patrick’s Day); the kids have their activities (karate, guitar, dance, and swimming)… what makes it tougher also, is my husband’s absence for school. He is studying to be a paramedic, and comes home on weekends. But my writing does make me happy, so I must do more of it.