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!