Writing in My Sleep


Last night dreams swirled through my head and I found myself waking up a few times momentarily convinced that I was living the story in my book. Since the book I’m writing is based on my personal experience, I have already lived it, but it felt strange to be in the middle of it again–if … More Writing in My Sleep

Words


The book I’m writing fills my mind. I feel the end coming like a train rushing at me. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. And I hate having to stop (like for food or sleep or children) because I see the finish line in the distance. The words pour over and through and … More Words