nihilistmonkey

I've been thinking a lot lately about life. The big questions: who am I? How did I come about? Where did we all come from? And I figure that in my little world maybe there should only be so much I concern myself. My kids and partner are the things that deserve my utmost attention and everything else can become anything I want it to be. Important, unimportant, it can be whatever. I don't need to focus all my attention on everything, and not thinking of everything doesn't make me ignorant either. It just means that I have a focused life, and that's OK.

So, what is important. Well, my child is screaming for my attention right now, and that is important right now.

I've been thinking of writing again, and I have no clue as to what I want to write.

The other night, I had a dream about a woman who is transported to another world, and at first she only sees what her mind will let her see because it's all new to her. Little by little, she begins to see where she is, and as she is sees, she realizes that she doesn't want to be there.

At first, I thought that she was kidnapped while at home, but then, I thought maybe she was kidnapped on the way to her recently ex-boyfriend.  

I thought that perhaps that the new world might look medieval, but as I think about it, I think some place that is torturous would be good at least, what ever that might look like.

I was also thinking that this world keeps on kidnapping people from other worlds, so there are other people like her there as well.  I just thought though that perhaps the reason why the people are kidnapped is because of some difficulty the other world have at procreating.

I think that's all I'm going to write for now, because I just wanted to start somewhere and this seems like a good place to start.