Because it was in August, it was the Red Moon. Aptly named. I’d had an idea that I’d try to blog all the full moons for the next year, but then I went and missed the first one due to vacation lassitude. I’ll make it up with the September moon.
I had the best dream last night. One of those dreams that are so lovely, I’m still riding on the happy wave of it.
And, oh yeah, it was total wish-fulfillment.
I dreamed the agent that I mailed my first 100 pages to the other day called me and said she wanted to visit me to talk about my book. She came to my house and I had to pull the book from the library that had her critique notes in it. She told me they were in the Ignatius volume.
(Um, no, I have no idea what any of that means. It was a dream, okay?)
She pronounced it Ignashus and I thought maybe it should be Ignateeus, since it was Latin, but I didn’t say anything. She had me also read my synopsis to her, which I’d written on lettuce leaves. (Doesn’t everyone?) That one, I think could be related to the fact that she tweets about lunch a fair amount.
At any rate, it was wonderful, validating and everything I hope will happen. I knew that my book would be published and published well. I woke up feeling happy about it.
I’m still happy.
Even though I only mailed it on Tuesday, so I know it’s all wishing, even if it comes from the heart.
Still, Snow White is dancing around and singing, cartoon bluebirds flitting about.