Last Night I had a dream..
In this dream, somehow, I knew it was “my destiny to write a novel”.
And then the “perfect subject” came along: a family travelling in a covered wagon across the country, much like the novels “Little House on the Prairie”. A father, mother, two sisters, and a little brother, they had stopped travelling for the night and were setting up camp. I think a lynx, or animal like it, came along and they had to hunt it. And there was something going on with water..
Well, I really do want to write a novel. It would be loads of fun, and challenging at the same time.