I started Gunslinger #2 today. I had to put down my last library book, Blood Books vol. 1 by Tanya Huff just because I was suddenly overwhelmed by the urban fantasy genre. It seems to be everywhere and nearly every book I’ve read in the last 2 months has fallen into that genre. A part of me is whispering that I should get in on this while its still a hot market, and maybe if it gets published, I’d be able to afford that trip to England I really want.

I have a huge pile of library books I need to return, but I looked at the due dates and thought, Do I want to go through the hassle of getting on the bus and returning them tomorrow? And decided to renew them online. I felt a bit guilty doing this, since my writing group and I had just commented about “those people” that renew books online just because of laziness. Anyway, in my defense, I’m just putting it off for a few days…maybe a week…I have to go soon because my research book (for the said urban fantasy that I’ve been thinking I should dabble in) just came in and is waiting patiently for me to pick it up.

Anyway, there’s a reason for the title of this entry and it involves a weird dream. I spent most of today reading and writing while John watched television. We both were feeling a little under the weather in the morning, so we decided to take it easy. We watched Jumanji and then I began to nod off just as Star Trek started. Suddenly, I was having quite an interesting dream. It involved being on the bridge of Star Trek: Next Gen. I think Captain Picard, Riker, and Data were there. Maybe Worf, too. Anyway, they were all sitting around doing nothing and I was wondering how the heck I was meant to pilot the spaceship all by myself. I sat in one of those front seats where Data usually sits, and I was staring at the black paneling when suddenly Jumanji vines popped out of it and moss began to grow all over the bridge: on the floor, the walls, and the computers. I jumped back just as a vine that had popped out of the ground tried to spear me in the neck. And behind me, the crew members were idily chit-chatting, clustered together near the center of the bridge, oblivious to the fact that the Enterprise was turning into something out of Jumanji. That’s about the time I woke up.

Talk about mixing genres.

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