I had a dream that I had the perfect opening line for a novel.
This sentence led to other beautiful sentences and in my dream, I could feel the novel just writing itself.
I can’t remember it of course, that perfect opening line.
I have thought before that I should keep a notebook by my bed.
But my guess is that the dream was just that: a dream.
There is no perfect sentence that leads to other perfect sentences.
There is only the long walk down a dark hallway.
Every once in a while, there is t...
Published on December 19, 2013 05:21