As Santa makes his way around the world, I give thanks that I had the opportunity to be a father to my own children.
And as their father, I wish them well, from the sidelines, where I shall always be watching.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Overnight, I was sleeping and had a vivid dream. The dream was a story I was writing.
Nearing the end of the story, and prior to morning light, I woke. I reached for the notebook and pencil kept on the bedside table to take down notes.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Best I can recall, it was 1944 Germany, there was a submarine, and a typewriter being used with two sheets of carbon. Beyond that, I've got nothing.
I wonder if this ever happens to Stephen King.