I had a sweet dream last night. It's the second time I can recall having a dream about writing.
Well, I have a dream about writing 24/7...but this was a real asleep dream.
In it a critique group was gathered at my house. I was surprised and confused that they were at my house because it was quite the illustrious group of men and women, all successful writers. One of them was Janette Rallison, or at least the essence of Janette Rallison. You know how dreams are. Things are often skewed, but definitely in my mind in the dream it was supposed to be Janette.
Anyway, everything was going wrong. I kept trying to turn on lights and they wouldn't go on. I had trouble getting my family to leave so we could have our meeting. I was stressing out. Then I went over to where the critique group was seated in the living room. While I had been busy with lights and kids, one of the men had printed off a portion of my story and read it to the group. They began to talk about it and praise it and give me good ideas for it.
Like I said. Sweet.
It must be because I ranted by email yesterday to friend and critique group partner, Tamara, about writing/publishing, which is a topic for another post, but I'll dedicate this one to her.
Thanks, Tamara!
Note: Click on Tamara's name and it will take you to her blog. Janette's name will take you to her website.
2 comments:
I may remember this rant. But not the dream. Which is understandable since it was your dream. Speaking of, why don't I have dreams where very cool authors give me good advice on my writing. Did you remember/use any of the critique?
Not a clue about what any of the critique was, but I remember what a vivid dream it was. And, of course, I loved its "happy" ending.
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