A dream last night gave me a story idea...

I had this crazy-good dream last night that I didn't want to wake up from.  It had two Native American children in it, a brother-sister duo with special abilities.  The brother had super speed, and the sister had telekinesis.  Throughout the dream, they were fighting this kidnapper off and trying to get back home to their parents and other Tribal members.  The more and more they fought this person, the more super abilities came out.  The brother also ended up having super strength, and the sister could summon fish friends with a sonar ability.  By the end of the dream, they both could shape-shift.  The brother shifted into a bear, and the girl got away by turning into a small bird.

One thing I remember about the children is they were related to the Shaman of the tribe, and their mother was the newest Wise Woman of the Tribe.  I woke up thinking they had "Magic In Their Blood" which is what I want to title the story once I flesh out the idea, and get it into book form.

After I woke up, I went to the Confederated Tribes of Siletz Indian website to see if I could find a book about some of their native stories since that was the reservation the children in my dream were associated with.  They do offer each member a book about the Tribe's history for new members, but I haven't been enrolled yet.  I'm still trying to prove my ancestry to join the Cherokee Nation.

I did find this page when I was browsing the site that I hope will provide me with some of my research.  At most, it will give me a background of the Siletz Indians to start from.

A Change in Creative Direction...

The other night while I was writing some more scenes in "The Shepherdess Princess," I came to a stand still because it was an emotional night for me.  Anyway, I paused to switch notebooks, and picked up my poetry notebook I haven't written in since publishing "Second Thoughts: A Collection of Poetry."  What follows is what was produced that night:

The Roller Coaster

I hear a message from you,

and I wonder what to do.

Do I believe you

after what you put me through?

Do I get on this roller coaster

of emotions, or pull a gun from my holster?

I never wanted to have these thoughts again,

and yet here I am.

After not writing a poem in months,

I pick up a pen to haunt

this notebook once again

with words long unwritten.

I know you don't deserve another chance.

I've given you two already, and I glance

back into a past

I thought I had some closure for at last.

One Stormy Night

The stormy night without

matches my emotions within.

You should have no more clout

over my heart again.

You no longer reside there.

You gave up that right,

and yet you want to hide there

on this stormy night.

You know I can hold a grudge,

but still ask for another chance.

I've never been one to judge,

but I no longer want romance.

I give and you take

until there is no more.

There's no way to fake

what has left my heart sore.

This next poem was written last night in memory of my friend, Traci:

The Box

How can a box so small

carry the ashes of a tall,

big beautiful woman?

How could she leave behind a good man?

I know she didn't have a choice,

but sometimes I miss hearing her voice.

All of her friends

she considered sisters and brothers to the end.

Now all that is left is a box

that never needed a lock.

My memories churn

as I think of her reduced to an urn.

Traci is far away from me,

but I like to think she's happy and free.

We will be reunited someday,

but she was only thirty-one when she was taken away.

I love you, sis, to the very end.

Even into the great beyond, my friend.

In addition to the poems I just shared, there's two more I have titles for that I have yet to write.  I am still also working on "The Shepherdess Princess" which is now at 55 pages, and counting.  I have 3 1/2 written pages in my notebook yet to add to my manuscript, and hope to write some more before going to bed tonight.

I have yet to put my new poems into their own document, but I've had a title for my next poetry book in mind since beginning to write "Second Thoughts."  It's working title is "The Trifecta: A Collection of Poetry" simply for the reason that it will be my third poetry book.  I may change it to something different later, but that's what I'll call it for now.

Creative Train...Temporarily Derailed

I do not want a repeat of last night for the rest of my life.  As I was sitting in my computer chair playing games and surfing the web, I was fine.  As soon as I brought up my manuscript file to work on, I made a wrong move in my chair and my back went out  which resulted in a pinched nerve, and hours of vomiting.  It wasn't a pretty sight.  Normally, I don't take showers really late but I did take several in the wee hours of the morning to try to work the kinks out enough to pop my back into place again.  I woke up my brother and upstairs neighbors in the process of taking showers, one bath, and puking my guts out.  I got an hour and a half total sleep as a reprieve during all the mayhem.  My brother was instrumental in helping me work out the knot, and we made little bits of progress until I relaxed enough for the problem to work itself out.

After my back popped back into place, I was able to sleep some from 8 am-12:30 pm with only one interruption when my brother came home from our weekly weight loss group that I skipped because the chairs would've been too hard on my back, and I didn't want another episode anytime soon.  I've been taking it easy all day sitting in my recliner from the time I woke up with a pillow propped up behind me.  The same pillow I'm sitting on at the moment.

Anyway during one of my short stints away from the bathroom last night, I was able to close my file and shut down my computer because I knew there was no way I was going to get any work done with the pain I was in.

My back is still tender, and will take a couple days to feel completely better.  In the meantime, I'm going to try to add more to my manuscript and hope history doesn't repeat itself anytime soon.  Wish me luck!