The Thing About Dreams Is . . .

Now I've written many blog posts in the past to do with my self-published books and recently one to announce ZA and it's arrival in the world, and it's got me thinking about how dreams warp and change as we do. When I first started writing, my dream was to finish a book. Then a trilogy. Write five books. Write ten. Now I'm not sure I'll hit another goal until I've written twenty-five, fifty, a hundred. What I do know is that I won't stop setting them. I'm one of those people who loves to set huge goals and then race towards them with little time for celebration once the end has been reached. I might have a tiny celebratory whoop with my hands in the air before I move straight onto the next t

Being a Writer

Being a writer . . . Waking up in the middle of the night to write something down. Re-reading old notes and wondering what you were thinking. Not writing something down and regretting it. Having incredible ideas whilst out walking, in the shower, watching TV. Sit in front of a computer: nothing. This is the best thing ever! Everyone will love this! This is the worst thing I've ever written. Why would anyone be interested in this rubbish. Repeat. Constructing fantastic sentences on paper. Sounds like you don't know English when you speak. Write thousands of words and feel like a superhero. The next day you write three sentences and want to go back to bed. NaNoWriMo is a word you both love and

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