But I never dreamed about writing, even at the most exhilarating times (new contract, new release), the most frustrating ones (no to a proposal, abysmal royalties), or even the most anticipatory times, such as the week before going to a conference (when I had nothing to wear, was fat, and knew no one would want to talk to me).
Then last night happened. When throughout the dream, I was not myself. I was an annoyed teenager whose mother was intent on running--and ruining!--my life. I didn't recognize anyone in the dream, but it took place in my house. At the end--I don't have cool dreams I remember in their entirety--I was standing in front of the TV, bound and determined that regardless of what my mother had said, I was going to watch the end of the show that was on. It was an episode of Tales of Wells Fargo.
I have no idea what that dream meant, but I've decided I'm going to pretend it was about writing simply because it made me wonder some things.
- When you're writing, do you become the person in whose head you're residing, or are you still very much the narrator even though we all know better than to use omniscient POV?
- Are there rules--like the aforementioned POV one--that you'd like to break just because you like them in prose even if it seems no one else does?
- Do you think our stories come from our dreams even if we don't remember them?
- To the writers AND the readers, do you like dream scenes in books?
- Do you have recurring dreams?
I have some goody bags left from Christmastime. I'll send one of these out to a commenter who answers any of these questions. And, while you're here, don't forget the January giveaway! Thanks for visiting.