I woke up from a very strange dream last night. And I immediately thought… “I’ve gotta remember that. I could be like that twilight lady and write a whole book just from a scene in my dream. That dream would be perfect for a book!”
And then I fell asleep again.
By the time I woke up this morning, I had forgotten everything about the dream except that the animals in it were paper flat. Alive, fully functioning, but flat.
And then I remembered that I probably don’t have the follow-through to write a whole novel, anyways. I’d get bored with the details. I need to hire one of those detail-oriented, driven-to-complete-a-project people where you give them the grand idea for the novel and then they write it.
Cuz me, I’m a “big ideas” person with no follow through. I mean heck, I can’t even wake my sorry ass up long enough to write down a really good dream that had tons of marketing potential as a novel. My only excuse is that I was comfy.