Yesterday the prompt that I wrote about was five things I am afraid to write about. Today’s prompt is: pick one of those five and write about it.
I should have known!
Probably the easiest one of my five to write about is lofty dreams. For as long as I can remember I have always enjoyed daydreaming. I would be scolded in school for staring out the window for too long, or someone would ask me a question and I would not hear it because my mind was elsewhere.
I don’t remember too well what I would daydream about back in the day, but I can tell you what I daydream about today. If you would catch me staring out of my office window, or a window at Starbucks, and would ask me right then and there what I was thinking about, it would probably be one of several things.
I love to write. Always have and always will. If I have to choose a method of communication with someone, I will always, if possible, choose writing. I enjoy the process of allowing my thoughts time to form themselves into english, and I especially enjoy writing them out, whether on my keyboard or with my Pelikan M200 fountain pen. Not only do I enjoy communicating that way, but also telling stories by way of writing.
Flying an airplane has always been a dream of mine, and one that I have actually accomplished. If I am daydreaming about this dream in particular, I am probably thinking about having my private license, owning my own plane, and flying with my wife to a remote cabin in the woods by a lake.
Along with the writing dream mentioned above, I have always wanted to become a published author. More than that, I want to publish material that makes people think. I enjoy reading great works of fiction, the unrealistic fiction with an unrealistic hero (think Ted Bell, Tom Clancy, etc), but when I write I tend to write on a more “deeper” level. If I were to write a work of fiction that would publish one day it would fit more into the literature category. It would be a work that would have a story, and underneath he story would be things that would jump out at the unsuspecting reader to make them ponder a great question of life.
A final dream that I do not allow much room at all due to how unrealistic it is: writing books from my sailboat while at sea (with a steaming cup of black coffee at hand, of course).