Dreams

I had a dream last night that has launched the idea for a book series. Lest you begin to fear, I will explain right away that it has nothing to do with vampires or other supernatural creations. I am going to write it in a style reminiscent of both J.K. Rowling and William Shakespeare, and it should be a beauty--when I finish it ten years or so from now.

I am coming to grips with the reality that an author's first few books are almost always flawed and immature. Even the greatest authors show this to be true; and in addition to that, the more I think about it, the more I see that many authors sometimes have weak works, even in the prime of their careers.

So, while I can't even claim to have the beginnings of a writing career yet, I have to have a thorough understanding of the fact that these first few books I write are not going to be the ones on which I will look back proudly. It's a little discouraging to know that I have ideas that are much more brilliant than my own ability to execute them, and I feel in a way that I should be committing a sort of reverse triage by taking the ideas that I feel the most urgency for and putting them on the back burner so that I can develop my craft while working on the ones a little less important to me.

With that in mind, I'm going to get to work on a plot sketch of this dream.