Spouse: *trying to sleep*
Me: “So, if we got an ant farm, we could get a whole lotta new pets all at once.”
I dreamed I was a panelist at a convention again, but instead of speaking, we had to communicate by arranging alphabet- and pictographically-shaped croissants.
It was not an effective way to communicate. But the horse-shaped croissant was delicious.
There’s nothing quite like reading your own first novel aloud, one chapter at a time, as a bedtime story for your eight-year-old kid.
I may be able to see the flaws and places where I would write Otters In Space differently now… but my kid is entranced.