Friday Free Time

I had one of those school dreams again, but this time, it was the traditional one, where it’s close to the end of the semester, and I realize I’ve never attended one of my classes. It’s not difficult to analyze — I’ve been feeling anxious all week, because I’ve been working on a revision of an upcoming picture book, and it was due today. Thankfully, I finished it and sent it in about an hour ago. [cue sound of POPPING CHAMPAGNE CORK]

Now, I have a completely open afternoon, on an absolutely gorgeous Friday. What do you do when you have an unexpected bit of free time?

Image from The Graphics Fairy.

A Formula for Success?

I tend to have vivid, very realistic dreams. Perhaps this is the trade-off for suffering from insomia; once I DO get to sleep, I’m thoroughly entertained. Last night’s dream was particularly thought-provoking, so I thought I’d share it…

[Cue FOG and wavy, dream-like camerawork]

I’m in a classroom filled with writers, much like an SCBWI lecture. I’m standing at the front of the room, at the blackboard, ready to give my presentation. Only there’s another teacher there, and he’s completely filled the chalkboard with his notes, and he won’t leave. I go to another, smaller classroom, but certain people (who shall remain nameless) are there, and they’re distracting my audience. I’m standing at the front of the room, trying to get everyone’s attention and erase everything written on the chalkboard so I can write out the note that will kickoff my presentation. In the dream, my presentation is called “Formula for Success,” and this is the formula I am trying to write:

Success = Talent + Patience + Charisma

I pretty much know how to interpret the dream: I’m ready and eager to do what it takes to succeed, but until recently, certain circumstances have gotten in the way. But the formula intrigues me. I never considered success in these terms before — or at least, not consciously. What do you think?

Chalkboard graphic by Salvatore Vuono.