This is what dreams are made of

Oh. My. Did I just title a post after a Hilary Duff song? Tell me no.

This post by one of my favorites, Jacquelyn Mitchard, gave me the tummy flutters. The same kind I got last year when I was thinking about signing up for the La Jolla Writer's Conference. Turns out those were good flutters and I'm so glad I listened to them.

The thought of spending a week (or more? Don't tell my children ...) in a beautiful, quiet place with no responsibilities besides writing is tantalizing.

Then there are those weekend retreats she mentions.

While I certainly can't and don't claim to be on the level of Jackie Mitchard, the style and themes in my stories probably come closer to what she writes than nearly any other author I frequently rave about on this blog. Of course, I can only dream of becoming the master of metaphor she is. Okay, I'm gushing now. And yet.

Dream a little dream.