I have trouble sleeping. Every night I lie awake, waiting for sleep to take me. When it finally does, my worst fears come to life. Maybe not always fears, sometimes things I wish I could do over, wish I could do now, and things that I hope for overwhelm me in the most spectacular dreams. My husband suggested I should keep a dream journal and use that to create a novel. His advice has paid off and I have two short stories and a novel in process.