Dreams and daydreams
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mistymasseyNight before last, I woke up from a terrible dream. I'd been invited to a group book-signing with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
faithhunter and two other fantasy writers (neither of whom I knew), but when I showed up, the bookseller only had three copies of my book on the table, and one of them was already personally inscribed to someone else. I happened to have my personal stash with me, so I unzipped the case and started unloading books onto the table...except the books were not mine. They were all galley copies of other peoples' novels!
I have these bad dreams from time to time, and it's always a little wacky to tell anyone, since they're pretty much only nightmares to writers. But along with the dreams, I have daydreams, too. I think of what I'll say if the call ever comes that I'm on a best seller list, or what it'll be like to be on set when they're filming my book as a Hollywood blockbuster. That's the difference between dreams and daydreams. The dreams would be horrible if they came true. The daydreams almost always end up shiny.
Back when I was still pursuing an agent for my book, I had a little daydream. In my daydream, I'd be signing books somewhere out of town, and one of my good friends from my youth would walk up to the table, remind me who they were, and we'd have a lovely time catching up and visiting. I knew the chances of something like that happening were remote, and that I stood an equal chance of running into someone I DIDN'T want to see, too. But I couldn't help myself.
Yesterday, I opened up my email, and there it was: a message from the long ago. Linda and I were in the church youth group together during high school. She was a little older than I was, gorgeous, brilliant and imaginative, and my hero. I wanted to be her when I grew up, you know? She went off to school somewhere far away (Rhode Island, maybe?) and we lost touch. Until yesterday. I literally started hyperventilating at my desk. She'd heard through the grapevine about the book, Googled me, and decided to drop me a line.
It's so neat when a daydream comes true.
faithhunter and two other fantasy writers (neither of whom I knew), but when I showed up, the bookseller only had three copies of my book on the table, and one of them was already personally inscribed to someone else. I happened to have my personal stash with me, so I unzipped the case and started unloading books onto the table...except the books were not mine. They were all galley copies of other peoples' novels! I have these bad dreams from time to time, and it's always a little wacky to tell anyone, since they're pretty much only nightmares to writers. But along with the dreams, I have daydreams, too. I think of what I'll say if the call ever comes that I'm on a best seller list, or what it'll be like to be on set when they're filming my book as a Hollywood blockbuster. That's the difference between dreams and daydreams. The dreams would be horrible if they came true. The daydreams almost always end up shiny.
Back when I was still pursuing an agent for my book, I had a little daydream. In my daydream, I'd be signing books somewhere out of town, and one of my good friends from my youth would walk up to the table, remind me who they were, and we'd have a lovely time catching up and visiting. I knew the chances of something like that happening were remote, and that I stood an equal chance of running into someone I DIDN'T want to see, too. But I couldn't help myself.
Yesterday, I opened up my email, and there it was: a message from the long ago. Linda and I were in the church youth group together during high school. She was a little older than I was, gorgeous, brilliant and imaginative, and my hero. I wanted to be her when I grew up, you know? She went off to school somewhere far away (Rhode Island, maybe?) and we lost touch. Until yesterday. I literally started hyperventilating at my desk. She'd heard through the grapevine about the book, Googled me, and decided to drop me a line.
It's so neat when a daydream comes true.
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Date: 2008-07-23 08:44 pm (UTC)But remember that the pendulum swings back, too. Next, you'll be stalked by someone you wanted to never see again!
Faith
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Date: 2008-07-26 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-26 02:03 pm (UTC)But there are three or four people from my twenties that I'd really rather never cross paths with ever again. Those people hurt me so much I'd probably panic at the sight of them. They're the ones that turn it into a nightmare again.