I streamed Assassin's Creed Unity. I did well, and it was fun. A huge thank you to everyone who hung out online with me while I gamed. It's so much fun chatting with you and being silly as I play.
This streaming thing really is awesome.
Anyway, I went to bed in a great mood. I had played well, spent a fun few hours with awesome people, and crawled into bed thinking of Arno and Elise. I guess, however, that Skylark was sitting just behind those immediate thoughts, because I had a very vivid dream about it.
I dreamt that I was sitting at a café, enjoying a good cup of coffee and some pastries. My flatmate came up to me (at least, I think it was her. That more of an impression, though, as I didn't really see her face in the dream. She was wearing a white sundress, if that matters) and handed me my mail. It was an envelope from a publisher.
The first thing that entered my head was that it was yet another rejection letter. As I was opening the envelope, a courier arrived and have me sign for another envelope. I did, and opened that one up.
It took me a moment, but in that second, larger envelope was a number of documents and a cheque.
I ignored it, opting to read the rejection first.
That's when I noticed the cheque.
And after a brief investigation, it turned out that the other documents included a publishing contract, and a advance cheque of nearly ten thousand dollars. That is not the largest advance a writer has ever been given, but it's nothing to snuff at.
When the realisation of what I had just been given hit, and that strange heart flutter of a dream come true arrived...
I woke up.
And that was my dream.
Needless to say, I don't think it's prophetic. It did put a spring in my step as I walked to work this morning, however.
So, combined with last night's stream and my early morning dream, I'm in a really good mood.
Please don't screw that up today, world!
Now, I'm off to learn more Welsh.