The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

A Cool Dream

The View from a Drawbridge

I usually forget my dreams immediately upon opening my eyes. But sometimes they’re so fascinating I repeat them over and over in my head until I can write them down. This was such a dream. In it, I was a writer. (Big stretch, right?) But I was living inside what I wrote. For example, if …

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I’m a writer (obviously) so I have a fertile imagination. I spend a great deal of time picturing what my life would be like if this or that person were in it, or if I lived in Paris or Milan, or if I had any number of different jobs. Like my blog description says, I …

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