The Tension and the Terror

A couple days ago I taped CSI with the tv off. I have not seen that episode yet. I've been careful to stay away from any CSI boards or episode summaries, and I instructed my friend that, if she were to see the episode, she should tell me nothing. This Thursday I'll tape the other episode, so I can watch them back to back, and it will be easier that way.

Or so I thought.

I thought I was fine with it, that waiting an extra week would be no problem. Then last night I had this crazy dream where I saw the episode, or at least the end of it, and I woke up a little shell-shocked and had to consciously remind myself -- as I often do after dreams -- that none of it happened. I didn't see the episode. I don't really know who was hurt. Although after so accurately guessing a rather important plot twist in the books I just finished reading, I'm not so sure I trust myself to be wrong about my intuition of who gets the bullet/whatever. I'll grant three guesses of who it was in my dream. Apparently I haven't stopped fretting. This always gets bad when I lose sleep, and now I don't have a wonderful book to distract me anymore. Even though the end of that book did break my heart.

Today it was a little harder not to watch the tape. I'm watching an old episode of CSI right now and every time Nicky is on screen I think, "It better not be you!" If it is him, I sure hope he has some lives left. I think he's used up at least three or four on the show as it is. All I have to do is push Play, but I'm not going to do that.

Hez, if you're reading this and rolling your eyes, I refer to a previous post in which I stated, "Fiction IS my life." It sort of goes with the territory when you're a creative writer.

Speaking of which, I spent the last couple of days reading The Complete Idiot's Guide to Writing a Novel and now I'm planning out a story. Wish me luck!