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I don't know why I've been updating my blog only in the early hours of the morning. If you only knew how unusual this was for me, you'd laugh, I think. Generally speaking, I've always been an early morning kind of person; not because I like getting up, maybe, but because I like the quiet and the personality of the early morning.

Anyway, I must tell you about this book that I'm reading; well at least, I think that I'm reading it. It's really quite bizarre. I can't tell if I'm reading it or dreaming it, to tell you honest truth. The only way that I knew to check that I was truly awake still was to come in here and post a blog for you.

I was actually thinking about putting the update of this blog off until tomorrow, in the actual waking hours of the day. I guess my subconscious had a different idea.

The name of the book is Bones of the Moon, and it's by Jonathan Carroll. I've heard the name Jonathan Carroll before, but I'm mostly sure that I've never read anything by him.

The book itself is, as I told you earlier, odd--to put it lightly. The heroine's name is "Cullen;" but she's not really a heroine yet, in terms of her own reality, that is. But I have the feeling that she could be, but maybe not here. See what I mean? It's all very confusing.

I've always felt that way about my own dreams. There's a feeling that I have when I'm in a dream, as if everything contorts and all that is flat is bulky and all the colors are inverted, and I'm floating, but I'm standing and . . . ergh, I don't have the words for it. If I could describe it, maybe I'd be an award winning writer, right? Hah. I'd settle for just getting published--although, I am a step in the right direction, I do have a book written. It just needs to go through another draft first.

Of course, since the main character in my book spends most of the book in a dreamlike state, you would think that I had gotten better at describing it. And don't get me wrong, I did, but only in the terms of my character.



If I could use that to describe in words how dreams feel to me, then perhaps I could make you understand how I feel. Unfortunately, in one of the rarer moments in my life, language has failed me.

But only briefly.

Until next time.