The Magic of Dreaming

 
Well, the first draft of the second children’s book is done.  The next time Katherine comes by, I’ll ask her to read it out loud for me and see how she likes the story.  From there, I’ll make changes.  I hope there are not too many changes to do.

Her son hasn’t gotten around to reading the first story, and I haven’t heard from my teacher-friend — well, I haven’t heard about how the kids like (or don't like) the story.


I have heard about the rough time the school’s administration is giving their teachers, regarding test scores and their A+ accreditation.  Even though they are the top school in the district, each year they have to increase their stats by some static percentage.  The problem is, once you’ve reached the top, how can you keep increasing by a static standard? 

So, the school is adding more and more administration and school study aids for the teachers and the students to keep up with — which takes away from teaching time with the students — which is supposed to work on raising a score that can’t really get any higher. 

It’s like adding more and more water to a healthy plant.  Like plants, imposing more
attention(?) ... to something that doesn't need any more... attention... will drown a productive and healthy system, and cause that healthy system to wilt and die.  As with anything, more is not always better.

Anyway, that’s what my teacher-friend is dealing with right now, so she may not have the freedom or time to share our story with her class… at least, not yet.

Since the bulk of the work for the second book is done, I’m antsy to get things moving again…in some direction… for one of our other projects or books in our unpublished inventory — whether it’s searching for publishers (YUCK!), working on presentations and promotional stuff (Katherine’s expertise), playing with audio recordings, or coming up with another concept for another book…

OH! This is funny.  I haven’t slept much while writing the second book — between work and the holidays and the story just flowing through me.  So, when the train of thoughts for this second story finally came to an end and I could put the book to bed, I thought I could do the same for myself.  I thought I could take a well-deserved and long nap.

Darn it if I didn’t wake up from a dream that outlined a subplot for another book!  I jotted the notes down, but told myself to let that plot just sit there for a while.  It’s only half baked and needs more time in the oven… and I needed more time to dream…




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