It Was Like a Dream
Since my conscious mind refuses to write, my unconscious is taking over. Last night (this morning, actually), I had an extended dream about writing a murder mystery.
About a dozen people – adults and children – had come to my house (not my real house, my dream house). While they chatted, I was scrawling snippets of their dialogue in a notebook. After a short while, I made a comment about a murder mystery, then noted (and scribbled) some of their reactions. The dream ended there – and tragically, no prose-filled notebook lay upon my bedside table.
Tonight, maybe it will be time for chapter two?
P.S. I’ve actually produced semi-literary work this way before. During my years as a math teacher, I used to think a lot about the quantity “pi” – and one morning, I awoke with my head full of fragments of a rap song about it. I jotted them down, filled in some blank parts, and went on to perform this rap for math classes over the next half dozen years. (If you’re curious and bored, you can see a video of it by visiting PiRap.com.)
Welcome to FirstNovel.com!
Yes, I’m working on my first novel. Two, actually. But I’m not sure whether I will finish both … and if so, which one will be done first. (Maybe it should be FirstNovels.com?!)
Anyway, I intend to share the experiences of working on my first novel[s]. All you other budding novelists: please join me for the ride!
P.S. This is extremely freaky. Just a few minutes after posting the FirstNovel.com site for the first time, I received an email from Writer’s Digest (to which I subscribe). Nothing too odd there, as they pitch products to me all the time … but in this case, they were offering a handful of books about writing novels. Included was one work entitled Your First Novel.
It’s almost as if they saw this site launched and tried to pounce on a marketing opportunity. I mean, OK, it’s just a coincidence (coinciding, as it were, with an early stage of National Novel Writing Month). Still, it made me wonder!