As a published author, many people believe I’m living the dream. And they’re right, of course. I love my job. It’s the best in the world.
However, I still have dreams, dreams that have nothing whatsoever to do with writing (although I may incorporate them into a story one day, of course). For instance, for more than 40 years, I’ve longed to see these magnificent Lipizzaner stallions.
As I have a big (terrifyingly big) birthday coming up in June, I decided to treat myself. Yes, I’m flying to Vienna with tickets for a performance at the Spanish Riding School gripped tightly in my hand. And I can’t wait.
How about you? What are you dreaming about? Are there items that have been on your bucket list for years - and years? I need to know. :)