This week I have just the one thought for you, because it’s really in there.
1) I dreamt last night that I had accidentally jammed Q-tips into my ears – like all the way into my ears – and needed help getting them out.
The only person I could find was my cousin, who wanted to tell me about an Incan version of the Odyssey he was writing, for which he had created his own alphabet.
And because of the extreme respect I have for creativity, I let him finish telling me about his project before asking for help getting the bloodied Q-tips that had punctured my eardrums out of my ear canals.
This is what happens when writers dream.