I walked out into the brisk night air and looked up at the sparkling stars.  My mind went back to last year when I stood up looking and dreaming of this year.  Now here I am looking and dreaming still of another moment.  Where did the time go?

Where did the whole year go?

Writing!  Drafts!  Yes, I was busy trying to get my novel done but it seems to have sped by without my novel being finished.  Now I dream of next year and its finished date.  I’m keeping it a secret this time but I’m dreaming of it.  Wishing it would get here.

I dream with one exception to last years dream.  Last year I was dreaming of the date but not the actual finished product.  This year is all about it being finished.  Crossing my fingers my dream comes true!