Dreamers. There were an awful lot of wonderful dreams as well as declarations of contentment proffered in my little contest. Thank you to everyone who entered. I found it inspiring to read your comments, and even if I don’t respond to each one right away, know that I’m cheering for you to reach your dreams. I had Neal pick three random winners as I started to feel that to do it any other way would mean 38 skeins of yarn would need to go in the mail. So. Meg, Kathy B, and Frarochivia are the winners. I’ll e-mail you in a bit to get mailing info.
My dreams? In addition to publishing my novella-short story collection and my novel?
- Teach English in Ghana
- Ride my bike across the country
- Run a writing conference
- Raise money for pediatric AIDS research
- Learn to weave
- Turn a fleece into a sweater
- Spend a year living in another country
- Work at the Globe Theater
- Be a really good person
- Learn Latin
As I made strawberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, I commented to Neal that I could live to be 100 and never have enough time to do everything I want to do. I guess the trick is to keep at it, to always be on the lookout for opportunities and chances to make my dreams come true.
Isn’t life good?
Life, is great. So precious. THANKS Neal for picking me!!!!!!!!!!
Bev, email me at Harpnut@gmail.com and I’ll send you my snail mail. Then you can send a postcard along and maybe win MY contest:)
All of your dreams are wonderful ones! I’m cheering you on.
Thank you to Neal, he’s got real skills in the random draw department! 🙂
I will be dreaming of what hops out of your stash and into my mail box!
Those are some beautiful dreams! Who’s sending YOU a stash?
Lovely dreams. Thanks for sharing.
OK, so your dream to “learn Latin” made me laugh. My husband took Latin for many years, and recently taught 4-year-old Flyboy the phrase Semper Ubi Sububi (forgive my spelling, I’m sure it’s wrong!) which means “always wear underwear”. It seems 4 year old little boys don’t always like to put underwear on in the morning, and sometimes like to take them off in strange bathrooms and leave them there. Ahem.
Now, however, he loves saying Semper Ubi Sububi so much, it doesn’t seem to be such a problem anymore!