First week of COVID-19 closures: a week of strange dreams.

Once, I dreamt I was driving in the dark, but my headlights kept flipping off. I kept protesting that I could hit something.

Another night, I was unprepared for a trip to a writer’s conference I wasn’t sure why I’d signed up for–but my editor was there, anticipating I would have great things to say. I’d forgotten shoes, blouses, my computer charger. read more