I frequently have fantasies of becoming wealthy with another business and selling my novels. But these fantasies make me anxious rather than relaxed. I wondered why. I found the answer in a spiritual book. Hope takes us out of the moment, where the magic actually happens. When I do stay present I am more likely to write and get more done including these blog entries. So next time I start spinning out on the fantasy of great wealth I think I can stop it. Interestingly, in the fantasy I get more money than I could spend. It produces no comfort, just misery. Who thought a daydream could interfere with writing that is built on imagination?