My Favorite Places
“All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course … go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river.” – Simone Schwarz-Bart
NaNoWri Mo Update
2 days, 10 hours, 25 minutes – and still counting — to go
I’ve started going to bed thinking about the novel I will be writing in November, hoping inspiration about the proposed book will invade my dreams.
Last night it worked, although it was while I was still lying awake and not yet into dreamland. I thought of a new twist for the mystery that makes logical sense to the plot.
Of course then it took hours, or so it seemed, before I made it into dreamland. And then the only thing I dreamt about was silly stuff, like climbing a tree in search of a fish and coming face to face with a grizzly bear and then watching it turn into a stuffed teddy bear.
Does anyone else have such weird dreams?