Tag: dreams
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April 18, 2019
Speaking of dreams, one of my all time favorite short stories (Stephanie Vaughn’s “Dog Heaven”) starts with this sentence: “Every so often that dead dog dreams me up again.” I can’t possibly do this story justice. You need to read it for yourself. Suffice it to say, that the first lines of the story, and…
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April 27, 2017
Why do I get up so early in the morning? This is a question that I ask myself often—usually when I’m standing in front of the coffee-maker, bleary-eyed and squinting into the grey light of dawn. I get up early so that I can write before I do anything else, before I can talk myself…
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April 14, 2015
Some questions kids asked me in this week’s batch of letters: Do you live in a castle? Why did you make Edward have to wear a dress? When you dream, do you dream in color or black and white? How old are you? Can you write a book where Mercy Watson goes on vacation? What…
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February 19, 2015
I’ve been having the most complicated dreams lately. They have been byzantine and mysterious, but also luminous—so much so that I feel, sometimes, as if I am standing in a river of light. It’s impossible to capture the dreams—to write them down or retell them. But I feel their presence every time I sit down…