Had a dream last night about a current story project. It’s a bizarre thing to me when I dream about my writing. I guess in part because I am actually seeing the characters I have wandering aimlessly around in my head.
There wasn’t anything earth-shattering that happened in the dream (it was pretty mundane compared to most), but seeing a character that is often muddled for me to picture…it left a residual feeling behind that generally gets the gears turning where writer’s block was previously mucking up the works.
It also left the overwhelming desire to just give him a damn hug. Because the dude just needs a fucking hug.
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