I had dinner out last night.
My husband loves Sushi. Bleh.
My son and I like Chinese food. YEAH!
We go to a great restaurant that serves both.
My son loves sweet & sour chicken. Mostly because they serve the fried chicken pieces and the sauce separately.
Wondering where I'm going with this aren't you.
About three in the morning I was regretting picking off my son's plate.
I suppose it could have been the giant amount of broccoli I ate.
Either way I was awake.
About two hours later I was ready to go back to sleep.
And I had a dream about my Maguire's Corner story.
I had a dream about writing.
As far as I'm concerned that is one step away from actual writing.
I haven't even thought of that story in weeks, much to the disappointment of one of my favorite editors.
But I could see it in my head when I woke up and I remembered what I had been dreaming.
It was pretty damn cool!
That tiny flutter from the other day has turned into more of wobble of excitement.
I'll try just a little more chocolate as an incentive.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Anyone else getting that wobbly feeling lately?