Last night I had a dream. It was a somewhat frightening Lemony Snicket-esque type of dream. In which I was reading a book. When I woke up I realized the book was non-existant. So now I'm going to take action on writing that book.

Although it might be hard. I always want to write books, but never actually do anything about it. I've glued myself to the world of poetry and short stories.

I really hope to write this, though! It seems like it would be a fun story to write!