That all my Facebook friends would stop posting political links and rants. Seriously. I’m to the point in my life that I’m not going to dissociate with someone because I disagree with them politically, but come on. Who is reallygoing to change their mind about a candidate based on someone’s Facebook post or a link from an obviously-biased news organization? (Probably a lot of people–dumb people, but people nonetheless)

I digress. I’m not writing to discuss politics. Those days are over because I just don’t care.

I had a dream a few months ago. It was one where you wake up and think, “I should write that down.” In this case, I did. I sat at the kitchen table furiously typing on my laptop at five in the morning trying to get an outline of the dream before it faded. When I finished, I thought it might make a good story, but I didn’t want to take time to write it because I was in the process of editing my book.

I revisited the outline yesterday and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was coherent. Now that the book is off to the editor, I think I’m going to take a break from Book #2 and write the dream story. I have no idea if it will be a short story, novella or a full-blown epic fantasy (it won’t), but I’m going to have fun with it.

For the writers that read this, yes, I know I used two adverbs on this post. I’m completely sorry (three).

For everyone else, I’m still using the same razor I mentioned here. It’s still sharp. Blow it baby!