I had a dream that Helen Simpson read my novel. I was nervous waiting to hear what she thought of it, I knew that it wasn't right. She said that she wondered if I would consider changing something. I said yes, I would. She then told me something that I knew was the answer to any problems I have been having with the novel. It was the key to everything, it was simple, it would be utterly effective. I was excited, grateful and delighted.
When I woke up I knew that my subconscious had been chewing over my novel, I scrambled to locate the answer. I had held on to it throughout the dream, scared to forget it. Aha! I remembered.
In my dream, Helen Simpson advised me to make each character show their grief by wearing thin, tall, pastel coloured hats.
Super - that should sort it!
1 day ago