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I dream of book contracts
Jun. 21st, 2008 09:30 amDreamed I had a book contract sent to me. Signed it, and went around to all my friends waving it around. It was a write-to-outline romance; there was a several paragraph precis of the plot, which involved lions in some way. I remember saying something like, "See, that saves me having to decide what happens, which is always the hardest part of writing for me!" (True, that.)
The contract itself, of course, was in my own name, but the "author" line on the documents listed "Becky Wagon", the name under which they planned to sell the book. I remember thinking several things about that: 2) what a horrific choice for a romance-writer-name. It had something to do with the title of the book, which was not "Paint your Wagon" but had something about wagons in it; 2) it wouldn't do anything to establish a name for me, but then 3) if I ever did write anything of my own I wouldn't want this associated with it anyway.
For a while in the dream I was hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala while she was chatting with fans and signing books, and she congratulated me on my contract.
In the packet as well was a description of a (fictional) town in England called Shenthorpe and some ads (fake) for local businesses there. All the same, I toldlavendargrrl and ohari that this meant we could go to England and call it a business expense.
So later in the dream, we were in Sheffield across a very busy street from our hotel. Nearly got killed by a lorry trying to cross the street, but eventually made it in safety. I remember saying that Ray and I had stayed at this hotel once, years ago (although in reality I don't think we ever went to Sheffield). The computers were down at the registration desk, so they had to use paper, which they put into pale blue file folders.
Weirdly enough, at no point in this dream did I ever actually fax or mail back the signed contract. Maybe my subconscious edited that part as uninteresting, or maybe my subconscious doesn't really believe I'd ever in a million years get a book contract.
ETA: I forgot to mention something important. The contract and all the related papers were fluorescent hot pink, except the page of fake Shenthorpe ads, which was white.
The contract itself, of course, was in my own name, but the "author" line on the documents listed "Becky Wagon", the name under which they planned to sell the book. I remember thinking several things about that: 2) what a horrific choice for a romance-writer-name. It had something to do with the title of the book, which was not "Paint your Wagon" but had something about wagons in it; 2) it wouldn't do anything to establish a name for me, but then 3) if I ever did write anything of my own I wouldn't want this associated with it anyway.
For a while in the dream I was hanging out with
matociquala while she was chatting with fans and signing books, and she congratulated me on my contract.In the packet as well was a description of a (fictional) town in England called Shenthorpe and some ads (fake) for local businesses there. All the same, I told
lavendargrrl and ohari that this meant we could go to England and call it a business expense. So later in the dream, we were in Sheffield across a very busy street from our hotel. Nearly got killed by a lorry trying to cross the street, but eventually made it in safety. I remember saying that Ray and I had stayed at this hotel once, years ago (although in reality I don't think we ever went to Sheffield). The computers were down at the registration desk, so they had to use paper, which they put into pale blue file folders.
Weirdly enough, at no point in this dream did I ever actually fax or mail back the signed contract. Maybe my subconscious edited that part as uninteresting, or maybe my subconscious doesn't really believe I'd ever in a million years get a book contract.
ETA: I forgot to mention something important. The contract and all the related papers were fluorescent hot pink, except the page of fake Shenthorpe ads, which was white.
