Prophetic Dream
I am atremble.
I woke up in the middle of the night, after what I can only call a prophetic dream.
I this dream, I told myself (or someone wise that I trust told me – it’s hard to remember):
You have two mountains to climb,
Two novels to write.
One grown from hope,
The other rooted in fear.
What really freaked me out was the feeling I got that I was supposed to work on both of them at once – probably the surest way to complete neither of them.
Still, the dream also had me convinced that, with the write slopes and putting the right English on it, I could snowboard from Montana to my house and back. So nothing’s impossible, I guess.
Rob
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
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Do it. Er, do them.
Personally, I hope you have more than two novels to write, but hey, that's twice as many as Harper Lee.
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