It’s a good thing I’m a writer…
Otherwise, I’d likely need to be put in a small room with very soft walls.
I don’t know how you spend your days, but I spend mine drowning in story. Every where I look I see an opportunity for something interesting, dangerous, passionate or crazy. I once spent an hour staring out of a hotel room window in St. Louis wondering if a comet struck the earth right then, and I survived, how exactly would I get home, and how would I find my family.
Same thing happens on my commute, in the shower, while I’m shopping and when I work out. Would I be able to survive the coming zombie apocalypse? Do I have any skills beyond designing databases and deciphering financial statements?
What about, if the government goes off their cracker and we slip into a totalitarian state? Could I get my family over the border and into the open arms of our Canadian liberators? Or would we go underground and form a resistance movement?
I’m not one for vampires — mostly — I trend toward end-of-days visions, but nearly all of my day-dreams involve some form of starting over with a broken world and finding a way to survive and thrive.
Must be growing up in the 1970’s with elementary school drills in case the Russians or the Chinese dropped a nuke on my little Kentucky town. Or maybe it was all those hours buried in books where the common man or woman rose up to greatness, not because they were a mighty warrior, or a brilliant scientist, but because of their will and their moxy.
That’s what my day dreams are made of.
How about yours?