Dream a Little Dream …

It's so funny how dreams can creep into our minds like little bugs, and create their own little world in our heads. When we wake we think to ourselves, what a silly dream to have had. But as we sleep, there is nothing more real. I don't claim to remember all of the dreams that…

Shakespearean Aspirations

To be, or not to be Shakespeare? That really is a tough question. By Shakespearean aspirations, I don't mean killing my father, myself, or any of the other atrocities or wondrous acts that we glean from his great stories. I simply mean writing as the great bard himself had.Those great, flowing sentences that dripped sentiments…

Playing the Waiting Game

I'm at that moment in time--the severely frustrating moment--where I am dangling in limbo, awaiting word from a literary agent. I know patience is a virtue, but anyone that knows me would be quick to tell you that 'patience' is on a long list of virtues that I don't employ. I hate waiting ... always…