I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t making up a story while lying in bed falling asleep. I suppose - sparing the sleep pun - I’ve always been a dreamer in that way. It was never anything totally outrageous; I was never a princess in a castle or starting a colony on Mars - it was always something rather pratical, something that amplified my own talents and aspirations. Usually, it simply set me in a serendipitous future.
Even as I grow, I still think about the person I want to become as I fall into sleep. Some of the thoughts are more grandiose than I might like to admit at my age, but hey, we all have our childhood musings (and for me, probably fewer than most). They’re plots to fleeting stories that one day, I’ll hopefully be able to capture and pen.
Maybe, I’ve always been writing plots. I know I’ve always been creating character.
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