Had one of those dreams last night that was so intense I was shocked to wake up this morning and find out, that in the waking world, I was a completely different person.
I wonder if there is something that goes on in the brain when I am working hard on a novel that leaves the door open to these kinds of dreams. It’s like the blast furnace of my imagination is cranked up to full roar and I can’t get it to calm down, even when I’m asleep.
This week is already disappearing between my fingers. We leave Friday to take Mer to college. The older girls are already at their schools. They both work with Residence Life, and therefore are bracing themselves for nervous parents and anxious freshman moving in this weekend.
Is anybody reading this going to the New York State Fair next week? I will be there the morning of Wednesday, August 31st, to tape a short segment for a morning television show, Bridge Street, that airs in Syracuse. The focus of the segment will be the upcoming film version of SPEAK. If you are at the fair when we tape, I think you can be in the studio audience. If you care. And if anyone can drag you out of bed that early the week before school starts…
Back to work!