Ah, how wonderful it is to daydream! It sometimes feels like my only form of escape, the one activity that keeps me sane on those days when I feel every inch the downtrodden housewife. I know I made my choice to live like this, and I know the reasons why, but still I yearn for a little something more. And then I remember how lucky I am to have such a wonderful family and a safe and easy life, and the whole cycle starts all over again. Daydreaming is far better.
One of my favourite daydream scenarios is the one where I own my VW Camper van, the classic bus that we associate with hippies and dreamers. Ah yes, I can just see her tootling down a winding country road, with me behind the steering wheel, my children and dog sitting beside me. We will travel all over the UK, and beyond, in search of adventure and mystery. I want to visit old stone circles and historic buildings. I want to discover hidden caves, beautiful countryside walks, and fabulous beaches. I want to use all of the history of the British Isles to further embellish my novels and stories.
And then one of my children starts to scream, another one throws something across the room, the dog begins to bark at nothing, and I snap back to reality and find myself standing at the kitchen sink with a bowl full of dirty dishes. A quick fix of the situation, pacify the children, back to the kitchen and my daydream can resume… It’s a wonderful life, and all that!
Could I tempt you to read my new short story, The Wolf and the Fairy, available to download now? It would make me very happy, and bring me one step closer to achieving my dreams… Thank you!
See you tomorrow, for the next letter in the #AtoZChallenge.