Recently, I had a dream.
Before you groan and run away, yes, there have been times in my life I’ve been guilty of over-sharing when it comes to dreams. But this one has a point, I promise – so stay with me.
A baby goose grew from my hip and started demanding food.
It was a greedy little critter, and soon became unwieldy attached to my hip. So I tried to detach it and accidentally separated the poor beast from one of its legs!
It didn’t seem to mind, it just wanted food. Lots of it. Now.
I took the goose to the local supermarket, but somehow, they had run out of sardines. We began to get desperate.
I stood, holding my flailing goose, by a rocky, surging coastline. How am I going to catch fish in there? I wondered, but before I could answer, the goose wrestled free and dove in.
No!! But he hasn’t learned to swim! He’s too weak to fish! He’s disabled! He’ll be crushed on the rocks! I screamed, silently, watching for any sign of a resurging goose.
Then, on the crest of a massive wave, I saw my goose. Head held high, swimming with the glee of a bird wild and free…
Coming back to reality is always frightening after one of those dreams. What does it all mean? you ask, not really wanting an answer.
The truth is, I’ve been keeping a little pet project all to myself. I thought if I don’t tell you, then it’s not real. I can back out anytime. It can die a hungry death and no one need be wiser.
Except my pet has started growing up! It’s become greedy and snatching and uncontrollable. I’m afraid you’ll start to notice my strange behavior – unexplained absences, slurred comments and an oddly non-existent life outside of blogging.
So it’s come to that point in a parent’s life when, even if I don’t think he’s ready to go public, he has other ideas. He might be missing a leg or a whisker, but the time has come to share my work in progress with some friends…
Say Hello to Pepi.
Pepi never was one to have his picture taken. Quite aside from the fact that he would never sit still long enough, he hates the camera. And for a long time I was too allergic to budgeting poor to own one.
Instead, his story will soon come to life in a series of illustrated verse. Above is the illustrator’s first sketch – I don’t know about you, but I think she’s done a mighty fine job.
Pepi’s not so sure.
Now when he hears his name, he’s suspicious it’s a rival dog that lives in the computer. His fears are confirmed by the barks of Youtube Pepi look-alikes that get played on repeat!
Anyway, the point here is – I’ve been keeping this quiet in case it all goes to pot. But now that the illustrator is weaving her magic, it is taking up hours of my day – finding reference material, reviewing sketches, researching Kindle formatting (argh), tweaking verse…and the list goes on.
This, unfortunately, leaves less room for chit-chat in the virtual social-sphere. I’m doing my best to keep up with you all, but let’s just say, I’ve bitten off more than I can comfortably chew in learning curves this year!
At least now you’ll know it’s not because I’m sleeping on the job
Do you have any wild dreams you’d like to share? Maybe a goose that got away? How did you handle it?
Credit for images not mine is as follows: