Last night, I had one of those dreams that just stuck with me after my alarm rudely woke me up. I can't stop thinking about it even now.
I was in a class or some sort of writers' group, and everyone had to read the first page or two of their most recent work in progress. I was so excited to share mine, and I shuffled through my notebook to make a few revisions before it was my turn (sidenote: I have not handwritten a story in YEARS, but the one I was about to read from a battered, old notebook just like I wrote in in high school was my current WIP).
After listening to everyone's first pages, it was finally my turn. I opened my notebook and to my surprise and horror, my story was gone. It was like the pages got up and walked away. And I knew I had just looked at them moments earlier! I frantically leafed through every page in my notebook, searched my bag and the floor around me, but it had just disappeared.
And so, no one got to hear my story. And I was devastated.
So, what does this dream mean? Does it mean I should take better care of my WIP and how I share it with people? Or, maybe it means the thought of NOT being able to share my stories with people would be the worst thing ever. Hmm.
I have about two more chapters to write, by the way, until the first draft is complete. It's already over 71,000 words, so I'll have hit my word count goal and then some. Now just to tie up all the loose ends. In a way, finishing a first draft feels like saying goodbye to an old friend. I've spent so much time with this story that it's almost hard to end it all. What will I do with all my time now??
Well, revisions, of course. And eventually, start the next one. :o)