I admitted to some friends the other day that something I’ve always said I’d like to do is write a book. A novel, to be exact.
But I also want to open a bakery/coffeehouse/book store, and I’m only partially kidding about that. Not that it would be financially sound venture, or anything of the sort.
But the book dream is kind of attainable. I just said write a book, not get one published. Once upon a time, I actually even started a story. The problem was, I had no idea where it was going or what was going to happen. Then, my old laptop died and I’ve never been able to boot it up to retrieve the manuscript.
But after voicing that dream and saying the words out loud, the thought has kept coming back to me. So I might give it a try. I might not.
But at least I’ve given voice to the dream.