I think my new computer will be here sometime today, or maybe tomorrow. The monitor already came and I’m getting excited!
Now before we go onto Hunk stuff, I had this dream recently. I was trying to build a house, and I’d decided it should be stone or brick. So I went to one of those huge yards and everywhere I looked there was a different brick or stone. I had hundreds of choices.
How hard could it be?
At first, I was super stoked. I was going to build an awesome house! Right away, I found this gorgeous river rock–so pretty! And I thought, this is it! So I started to build my house…
But after the first layer or two, the stones wouldn’t stack right. One would tumble down, and I’d have to go fix it. Then another would fall and by the end of the day I was in tears.
The next morning I tore the whole thing down. River rock was a dumb idea so I started looking again and found bricks that were the perfect color! Excited I began again…
So you see where this is going right? Day after day I’m desperately trying brick after brick, stone after stone to build this house. And man, I am starting to hate this house, I mean loathe it. I want to give up, go get in my car and drive away to find an apartment for rent. Only some unseen force holds me in that yard, compels me to keep trying.
Until one day, it all starts to come together. And I fall madly, deeply in love. Sadly, I woke up before my house was built. In the dream I was still racing around the brick/stone yard, sweaty and desperately, trying to build my house.
Which we all know that building that house in my dream is a metaphor (or maybe an allergory ) for writing my book
The moral of this story is that I’d really suck at building houses so I’ll leave that to the professionals. But I’m not giving up writing books because as much as I hate my process, I love it when the story starts to click and the characters come alive.
I just wish it happened faster!
Do you think he’s worthy of his own story?