So here I am, writing a blog. I don't know whether he was speaking to me through my dream (he has been dead for 14 years) or if the wiser part of my brain is telling me I need a creative outlet. But I have decided that it is time to write.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
In the beginning...
Several days ago I had a dream. My dad gave me a journal. It was not a special occasion, he just decided to give me a gift. I responded by telling my dad that I haven't written since I was in college. He seemed disappointed, and reminded me that I always wanted to be a writer. I told him that was when I had silly dreams, and thought I had something significant to say. I have realized that I am neither silly nor significant any more. His answer to me was to write something.