Living in the World of Dreams
My daughter told me about a dream she had the other night. She ended with, “And then I woke up and that made me sad because I really liked that dream.”
I told her that this was one of the joys of being a writer — that if she wanted she could capture that world on paper and then share it with others. I explained that as a writer, I get to live in the world I’m creating for days and days, talking to imaginary people, working out their problems, throwing surprises at them.
And that’s why I’ve been so quiet on my blog and in public of late. I’ve been working. Writing. Creating.
Living in an imaginary world that I can hardly wait to share with you!
