Much to my husband's presumed disappointment, I am not helping him with home maintenance chores today.
Instead, I am dreaming.
Last night I printed out the first twenty pages of what (I hope) is the final draft of The High Bridge. Diligently, I put it in a binder. Then I printed out my proposed bookcover idea and slipped it into the clear-view sleeve on the front of the 3-ring binder. Then I sighed and thought "Some day soon. I just know it."
Yes, I'm just a dreamer.