Speaking of dreams, my four year old bumped into me at five thirty in the morning on his way to the bathroom.
I said, Hey.
he said, Hey.
Then he said, I had a dream where me and my friend Rena went into the forest with a robot who had a pizza for a face and then when we came out, his face was only a plate.
I said: Oh.
And he said: Yeah.
Then he went pee.
All day I’ve been thinking about this pizza face robot. What happened to his face? Did they eat his face? That’s sad. Or maybe they met up with some kind of magic and he became his true real self–a plate-faced robot. There are so many ways this story could go and all from a four year old’s dream.
I think I’ll write a picture book about it make a million trillion dollars.
In other news, being alone.
I think it’s good to be alone. Especially if it gives you time to think about your book and your ideas and your dreams.
Sometimes WE THINK it’s hard to find time to be alone WE THINK WE THINK but today I realized there are lots of small moments that i have to myself. Like, the shower. Sometimes. Or when I do the laundry and someone is asleep and someone else is reading a book or watching a show. Or in the car when I run for milk. There are moments, there are times.
This week I am making the goal to use my alone time. Specifically my shower time. I am going to focus completely on my writing when I’m in the shower. When I get out, I am going to write down every stinking thing that popped into my head. I might even get a laminated notebook and velcro it to my shower wall. Or maybe not. But I’m going to be dedicated.
Who is with me? Think of all the brilliant ideas we’ll have if we just focus our energy for the few minutes we have with warm water pouring over us. I think it might change my life.
Also, one day, i will have a writing/running half marathon (or five miler) Run half a mile (so much alone time! So much brainstorming!), write a scene, run another half mile (the plot gets even better!), another scene, etc. etc.. At the end, we all sit around and drink chocolate milk for recovery and read our stories to each other. Wouldn’t that be dreamy?
Maybe after this baby.