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   Summer's Heat...

I always dream too much in summer. Something to do with the heat means I'm not able to sleep well, and so I spend my nights hovering on the edge of sleep, dipping into dreams as my mind searches for a way to rest.

And in many ways this is a good thing. I like dreams, they give me inspiration and hope. There's nothing quite like waking up and knowing just what I'm going to do to my characters to make their lives more interesting and difficult. And new characters pop up, pointing out that maybe someday I'll get around to thinking up interesting stories for them that might just see me become a real writer.

But then there's the other side, where I sit on the bus and think, "oh yeah, I have to reply to that email when I get to my computer", and it takes me several minutes of thinking of a response before I realise that there is no email to reply to, I just dreamed there was. I hate dreaming about work.

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