Dream
I woke up this AM from a very vivid dream.
Thought to myself, “Wow, this will be a great story! I better get up now and write it down.”
(I have a tendency to forget my dreams. Sometimes I try to tell them to people and then realize I’ve forgotten all but a nonsensical fragment.)
So, I leaped from my cozy bed, emerging into the chilly house. Rummaged on the desk for a notebook and scribbled 3 pages. (From now on, I need to keep a notebook by the bed.)
But I’m not telling what it’s about - not yet. Although I think it’s a very marketable idea lately.
And this dream comes on the heels of a rejection and reading this post. For the record, I love Ancient Egypt (in case you couldn’t tell). My Twilight-obsessed friend Jennifer often tells me about the things Stephenie Meyer did, so as to encourage me. This post was very encouraging to me, but I have never felt like I was writing something that I just couldn’t hold in. I even said to Jennifer, “I dont HAVE a story banging on my skull trying to get out.”
Maybe now I do.
