Saturday, 26 July 2008

Dream fiction writer

I'm sure we've all done it at some time - dreamed the plot of a novel or maybe the canvas of our next painting. In the still dark morning I woke up convinced I had cracked not only the plot and the characters of a short story but that I had written the bulk of it. I was also convinced I remembered every word of it - how could I forget? It was as fresh as a daisy, forgetting was not a possibility. I just needed to fall asleep to get the remainder.

I fell asleep dreamed the end of the story and then went to Las Vegas played a one armed bandit I had never seen before and hit the jackpot.

I woke up broke and storyless.

1 comment:

Vanda Symon said...

This sounds like it could be a poem, or a song - one of those tragic little blues numbers.