But not of Manderley.
I dreamed I was moving to Florida with my ex-husband–and we’d be crossing the country on his motorcyle, no less. He wanted me to leave my dog and cats behind–and to be fair, Rick is a mellow guy these days, and an animal lover to boot. (We’ve been divorced since 1987 and he’s married to a wonderful woman named Kathy.) Bottomline, he’d never expect me or anyone else to abandon a beloved pet. Needless to say, my dream self refused.
Boy, was I glad to wake up–even if it WAS four o’clock in the morning!
Excellent writing day today–have I mentioned that I’m already madly in love with “The Marriage Pact”? I was up at 4 today, as usual on a writing day, and I went to my office immediately. Even so, I was still writing at 2:30 this afternoon. I just don’t seem to do things as fast as I used to, when I was younger. But I like to think I’m more thorough now, doing a better job. I am VERY conscious of my readers, of giving all of you the story you’re hoping for.
My quilting adventure continues, along with the renovations on the house. Things are never dull around here, I promise you.
Sometimes, the prospect of a little dullness seems to have its merits, but the truth is, like many right-brained people, I thrive on chaos. I NEED change, need to think on my feet and improvise. It’s just the way I am.