One More Detour on the Writing Road

Dreamed about traveling to an execution. Not mine. Someone else's. Someone I knew. But the group I was traveling with kept running into delays. I don't believe we ever got there.

I've dreamed about being late for classes, convention panels, planes, trains. This one was a first. I could have done without.

Last night's dream was a new entry in the forgotten college class/forgotten convention panel category. I was shopping at a Walmart-type store when I ran into Kris Rusch, who asked me about my new book, which had hit the shelves THAT VERY DAY. She asked me what the title was, and I couldn't tell her because I had forgotten it. "Encore?" I guessed. "No, that doesn't sound right," she replied.

In addition to forgetting the title, I had also forgotten what name I had written it under and what the cover looked like. I didn't even know whether it was hardcover or trade or mmpb. The dream ended as we searched the book section in the hopes that something would trigger my memory.

I do know Kris Rusch. When I signed my first contract, the rumors whipped around that "Kristine Smith" was actually one of her pseudonyms--she let me know that she had received congratulations from friends about the new contract, and made sure that we were photographed together at a couple of cons so that folks would know she weren't me and vice versa. She also would never, ever forget any details of a book release. Of course, none of my other writer friends would, either. Only I would, apparently.