Inspiring Nightmare

Well, I dreamed lately that the house of my mother was packed with large cockroaches. I hated dreaming of having those around.

Next morning, I presumed I had to do something with this dream. So I did. I googled things up and found out that there are actually people keeping those strange beetles as pets.

I would not be a writer, not to do something with it. So I wrote an article on pet roaches. It took me some research and I admit that I just copy/pasted the scientific names of the bugs, to make sure I did not get it wrong. It was good training to see how long I would work on a researched article on something I completely knew nothing about. All I knew about those insects was how to exterminate them and not how to pet them.

At least they are legal in Belgium, in opposition to the lovely sugar glider I read about here.

So far writing is a great experience for me. I considered myself a freak, but start wondering if we all aren’t in our own way.

In the main time I got poetic again and started editing and bundling my poems. This made me realize why I am doing this underpaid job for as good as nothing.

Why do I research animals I do not love? To inform others, because some might love them. Yes, maybe this is why I am doing it.

I do not write for money, but while I am looking for a job with too much time and too few money, you look for an affordable hobby.

I admit I do not have a printer of my own. So I have to edit all just on my screen in many cases. Also does my Word not have an English spelling and grammar checker.

To be honest: I use to Triond editor for spell checking and on line dictionaries while I am writing. Also do I look up all I can learn on grammar and try to improve as good as I can.

So writing is an affordable hobby. Yes, it is not easy. But I presume playing polo isn’t either. Only writing does not require an expensive equipment, starting with a good horse and the care for it.

I only have a laptop and Internet. That is how I do it. Further nobody to help me with my skills among my IRL friends.

I have no editorial guinea pigs to read my work for publishing, so if any errors remain in it, I am sorry. When I feel like it, I will work on my older content to improve it.

But my better work shows first in my portfolio.

So back to my poems: I have some drafts on line here. The edited versions I am putting together to make a bundle and try to sell it on the Lulu marketplace.

It might not sell, but it will cost me nothing to put it there and if I sell one, it is also some profit, although I do think I will buy one for myself, just to see my work on paper again and hoping that this time it might not discourage me.

But I am planning on mailing a pdf to some of my international friends I made one line, that are not writers, but critical enough to comment as editorial guinea pigs. Already got some in the back of my mind.

So when I start writing on something weird, please I had a dream last night and you might guess what it was about.

By the way: my views peeked yesterday. For the first time I had over a hundred people a day looking at my work.

It made me blush a bit. Still I find it funny to believe people are actually reading me and that I have articles that have over 70 views in less than a month.

Maybe I should just consider that doing strange research and considering nightmares as inspiration is not such a bad thing.