Last night I wrote a book

I have nothing to write about today. I know what I'm going to write about tomorrow and Monday, but for today - nothing. I was going to write about the car show, but I decided to let Mark and Brian do that alone. They need some alone time, especially since I'll be spending the next few days with them doing stuff. So, here I sit with not a lot to say. But I do remember a dream from last night.

Last night I dreamt I wrote a book. Actually, it was a continuation of a previous dream - at least I think it was. I don't remember my dreams very often so there's probably a reason for remembering this one. It wasn't the greatest book, in fact I think I wrote it in about 3 hours. It started out as a vampire story, but turned into a shark story. I don't remember much more than that about the actual story other than it involved electric eels. Why do I know that?

I remember my agent telling me that it would never be classified in the correct section. That because I wrote about electric eels it would be filed with electrician books instead of horror. (It made complete sense in my dream)

I designed the cover myself. Painted it and put it all together in about an hour (I wish I worked this fast in real life). Then I thought about overall packaging. For some reason I had the brilliant idea of wrapping it in a t-shirt. (I've been buying a lot of t-shirts online lately) and Voila! finished! Now it just has to be published! I'm wondering if I'll dream about that tonight.

I've been wanting to write a book for a long time. I wonder if this is just an expression of that, or a warning that it will suck.