Business day...

I have a new Facebook page to promote my books, developed by a sharp young woman named Emily Jackson, whom I've also taken on as promoter. I suck at that and she's already done so much better than I could have. Keeping my original page...and trying my best to cross-pollinate the two...

It's been a strange day. I woke up from a dream that was uncomfortable. Not scary or depressing, just off-putting. I was in an office of open desks working at my laptop while being quietly berated as a leech by a guy who looked like John Barrowman, in his Dr. Who days. Captain Jack Hawking? Harkness...who's pansexual and winds up with Russell Tovey thanks to the Doctor.

When I remember my dreams upon waking, I know they are really supposed to mean something or are warning me...but I'm not sure what or how, in this case. I've been a leech, in the past. Not meaning to, at the time, but looking back I can see how I was. Same for having been an asshole more times than I care to admit.

But in an office setting? Working at my laptop and using the WiFi? Which seemed to really bug him the most? No. I pay for my WiFi...a lot. But I use it a lot. So I can't figure this one out. Symbolic, in some way?

I did finish cleaning up one of the sketches for Simon...who wants to add some to the book, when it's published. I can't do the two I worked up for him...but that does focus me on what is needed...and how he's being rather demanding.

Does my dream have something to do with him????