The Fantasy Continues…
Wrote a flying scene this morning. Just another day in the life of a writer.
I used to have a lot of flying dreams, and they used to scare me, so I taught myself to be a lucid dreamer. Then, when I had a flying dream, I’d sort of wake myself up within the dream and tell myself it was just a dream, and to enjoy it. I started to like those flying dreams. Haven’t had one in a while, but they came in handy this morning as a reference point.
In other news, it’s snowing here in Michigan. Wish I could fly away for real for a couple of months. Or forever. I miss my kids. I am ready to retire and move to New Mexico, which is exactly halfway between Dallas and L.A. Of course, I say this every January. And February. And March.