Sunday, July 31, 2011
I woke up in a lather. Then woke The Builder up to tell him about it. He managed a laugh.
We didn't need to look far to find a 'meaning' for my dream. I went to Sydney on Friday for Coffee with some of my editorial contacts. After many meetings, many Coffees, and dinner with friends, we all came to one conclusion: it's a time of flux for freelance writers. The old ways are gone. New ways are coming - though nobody is entirely sure yet what they will be. When you write for magazines and other publications, you are a freelancer. When you write for the internet, you are a 'content provider'. The value of the written word is yet to be decided in the shake down. There's a lot to think about, a lot of planning to do. (And, apparently, concrete flamingos to buy.)
Either that, or I simply had one too many red wines at the School Music Trivia Night.
Do you think dreams are the window to our subconscious mind, or the product of indigestion? What do you dream about?
[image: I'll be buying my flock from www.dazzlelace.com]