Last night I dreamt that I handed in 100-page plus fiction in 8th grade and the teacher said that someday I would be a novelist.
When I awoke I remembered that this actually happened to me in 8th grade. I had a Danish penpal and I compiled all the letters, filled in the blanks and developed a story line. And it was over 100-pages and the teacher did say I would be a novelist someday.
That day appears to be today. For years, I didn’t have the confidence to write a novel. But that has changed and the dream was a green light for me. This isn’t just a fantasy of a youthful old age. But a thread that has run through my life.
I have a lot more confidence today that I will write the novels I have inside me.
The dream did it’s work.