My Greatest Writing Successes Come In My Dreams.
So I might as well write about them.
I had a dream last night. A good dream. I dreamed I pulled out an old, unfinished manuscript and I loved what I was reading! It was so good! And it was already half finished! Then I was writing a query letter and everything I said in it was a guarantee of its success. This book had everything! I woke up trying to remember the query letter so I could use that brilliant piece of marketing when the time came to get back to selling this long-neglected work that so obviously deserved another chance.
All I remembered is that I should mention I grew up in Detroit. Why I thought that was important is lost now in the ether where dreams go to die, but the book in my dream is real. It’s my half truth, half fantasy memoir and it’s so old it’s only on printer paper. I’ve only transcribed one chapter to my computer. Only one. I just never got around to adding more.
It’s not that I never tried to move it online. Years ago, I bought Scrivener, thinking that would help me organize the thing and get it going. (Because that’s what Scrivener promises.) Oh my god, it was a chamber of horrors! I tried. I really tried. I wasted so much time trying to get that program to work for me, I lost interest in ever writing another word of that formerly delightful, incredibly clever…
