My little man is supposed to have his surgery next week...in case you don't remember, he's tongue-tied!
My brother and sis-in-law are supposed to be visiting next Tuesday...I'm planning on staying in town for Easter. Maybe I'll get some writing done then! We'll see.
Umm...how much random crap can I spew out before this blog post is over...
oh, here we go.
-Last night I had this crazy awesome dream that would be PERFECT for a short story/novel so I wrote it down on the back of an index card at like 3 am. This morning I woke up and eagerly grabbed at the index card, excited to remember what my soon to be NYT best selling idea was. It read:
"Man...lots of gators, go lie...funny but ends up his wife."
Oh yes, Dena. That makes for an AWESOME story.
Has anyone else gotten up in a dreamlike state and written out a buttload of randomness on a sheet of paper- completely convinced that this was THE BEST idea ever and that if you don't write it down, the SHEER CREATIVE BRILLIANCE of said idea would be forgotten?
Please tell me I'm not the only one.