The most memorable-slash-horrifying dream I ever experienced occurred when I was a child in Pennsylvania. I was standing at the top of our staircase, upon a small rug that was inexplicably placed there, when suddenly my little brother ran up and literally pulled the rug out from under me (note the correct usage of “literally” here). I tumbled backwards down the stairs and before I could hit the bottom, I awoke with a deep gasp and cold sweat.
Alas, that horror story has absolutely nothing to do with being a dreamer.
Hand-in-hand with being a creator is being a dreamer. On the one hand I love to create stories. And on the other…hand…I dream of sharing my fictional worlds with others via the mystical gate of publication.
Thomas Mark Zuniga: published author. My ultimate dream.
Shortly after my dog Annie died in 2006, I was inspired by this crazy novel idea and after I graduated college in 2009, I set to work on this massive project. Ever since, I’ve been pining for the day when the world might read this story so dear to my heart. Of all the things I dream for in this life, publication is certainly near the top of the list.
The Phillies actually winning the World Series got crossed off the top of said list in 2008.
Being a dreamer is quite different from all the other roles I’ve written about this week, largely because dreaming draws on the unformed future. It’s like this intangible misty mass in the distance that also thoroughly pervades my present. Confused? Me too. What was I talking about again? Oh, right, the 2008 Phillies.
Something I did two years back while writing my first novel was upload brief videos to Facebook, charting my writing progress. I called these earth-shattering video installments, “The Novel Chronicles.”
Doesn’t that title just flutter like windblown lilies from the tongue? Say it aloud and thank me with a comment. I’ll also accept hugs.
Over the next couple months I hope to re-upload all those wonderful “Novel Chronicle” episodes to this website so we can all relive the glory together, or experience them for the very first time (how I envy your virgin eyes!). And who knows, a second season may even emerge.
Lord haste the day.
While publication certainly takes up a large percentage of my dream pie, other ingredients make up this pie too. Like cherries and cinnamon and cool whip.
I’m a fairly restless person, and I often find myself longing for the future. And when I say “the future,” I mean the future.
I dream of heaven way more than being a published author. Of eternal rest and belonging in a world drenched with unrest and aimlessness.
And that’s where I’ll close this post; where next time, I’ll finally wrap up this six-part intro to thomasmarkzuniga.com.
Until then. Keep dreaming.