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Given my insane writing schedule over the last three weeks (and the next three or so), where I've been doing naught but the Final Line Edit and trying to get it done by 20 August, I've started having dreams about writing.
I knew I'd get to that point soon enough.
Actually, this morning's dream wasn't so much about writing as it was about finally reaching a clarity point in my writing career. The imagery itself was actually not in my writing but my guitar playing -- in the dream I'd come to the realization that I was middle-aged and still hadn't quite changed my music playing from a hobby to a potential career. It bothered me, because in the dream I was quite adept as a guitarist (more so than I am IRL, of course), but I was still noodling around and not doing too much with it, still leaning on my boring Day Job (whatever it was in the dream) for the paycheck.
Yeah, smacks of real life, and I woke feeling a conviction that I really needed to do something about that. But then I realized: I am doing that, with this book release and deciding to self-publish my work in general. After all these years of writing, it's finally about to pay off. I'll be honest, I have no idea how successful I'll be at it, but that will hopefully come with time.
The most important thing is that I'm finally getting closer to it.
I knew I'd get to that point soon enough.
Actually, this morning's dream wasn't so much about writing as it was about finally reaching a clarity point in my writing career. The imagery itself was actually not in my writing but my guitar playing -- in the dream I'd come to the realization that I was middle-aged and still hadn't quite changed my music playing from a hobby to a potential career. It bothered me, because in the dream I was quite adept as a guitarist (more so than I am IRL, of course), but I was still noodling around and not doing too much with it, still leaning on my boring Day Job (whatever it was in the dream) for the paycheck.
Yeah, smacks of real life, and I woke feeling a conviction that I really needed to do something about that. But then I realized: I am doing that, with this book release and deciding to self-publish my work in general. After all these years of writing, it's finally about to pay off. I'll be honest, I have no idea how successful I'll be at it, but that will hopefully come with time.
The most important thing is that I'm finally getting closer to it.
