it's a slow, slow wave coming round the bend

New keyboard seems to be working out ok. Roomie has kindly relocated to main room after a night (read: half-hour) of passion with her boyfriend. I have Coca-Cola, cheese, and no desire to sleep whatsoever. The world is in order.

I've decided that I'm not going to worry about my word count anymore. I've been writing just about a scene per night, and that's what's really important. If I can get the story told in a month, good on me. The thing is, I don't know if it'll even reach 50,000 words. I'm not used to writing such detailed plots.

I did find the monster story I was working on. It's based off this dream I had a while back. I'm going to try to tie together the ideas of the hole in space and the centipede monsters, somehow. This is going to change the whole point of the story, of course. In the dream, the hole in space really didn't have anything to do with the appearance of the centipede. Maybe the centipede slithered into the hole in space, I don't know...but drworm doesn't seem to have been eaten by it, so maybe it didn't need the hole in space to get into the walls of the house.
In the story, George is probably not going to be the one to introduce the centipede. This is because I've analyzed the dream according to Freudian standards. George clearly represents my own father. The centipede represents his somewhat odious new wife, Darlene. In the movie, George definitely does not have a different wife...well, she's different from the old Lorraine, but George is different in the same way. I can't imagine how you would justify the new-wife centipede unless George became a centipede as well...unless I made it into a slash story, but Marty would be unlikely to see himself as a centipede.
And I'm still trying to figure out what drworm's presence in the dream signifies. The only thing I can think of is that she is supposed to represent my mom, but that's...kinda weird, and I was never afraid of my mom disappearing. I live with her most of the time, anyway, and I even had the dream while I was at her house. Maybe it was just supposed to be a dream about her falling into a hole in space, and George-dad just kind of wandered in and Freuded it all up.
Anyway, the working title is "Slow Wave," after the webcomic. I'm trying to write it in a surreal, dreamlike style, as it was originally created by the random firing of my unconscious neurons. Here is what I have got so far; if anyone has any suggestions as to trying to fit a plot or justification to it, please speak up.

( Holes in spacetime )

I might just scrap it and turn it into an original story if I can't make it work with the "Back to the Future" universe. After all, there's only so much room for originality in fanfiction before you just start getting totally out of canon.

at the science fiction double threesome

Wow, that was a pretty productive night. Er, morning, mostly.

( Cut for spoilers for my own story! How egotistical of me... )

But anyway, I think I'm really getting into the groove of this story. Gone is the purple prose and awkward thought telegraphing--I have to remember that most of my readers actually might be able to tell what a character is feeling through the way I make them act. Important, that.