The Curious Incident of the 'Writer' in the Night Time

What? Don't look at me like I'm delusional! I'm just playing out a fantasy that I hope to convert into reality sometime soon. Don't people play out fantasies all the time? At least mine's a squeaky clean, "sharable" one, heh heh...

I had this dream last night. I was at this book signing. And I was the one signing the books. Many many books. My books! When I woke up, it was 3:00 a.m and I was noisily scratching the head rest of the bed with my right hand, holding an imaginary pen, with the most stupidly satisfied look. I even had a "press conference" face on. The sharply blinking "camera flashes " were the headlights of the cars in high beam (we live on a main road).

But then, someone said that the best way to make things happen is to visualize! So here I am on the cover of "My Book". Sepia tinted. And no, I haven't photo shopped anything. That's my real skin, no wrinkles or discoloration yet, so there! That's my signature ( okay, I have a much better looking signature in real life. Am just not able to get it right even after some 25 times of trying with this wretchedly outdated Paintbrush tool and my jerky mouse, so for the time being, this will do).

Now what comes between the covers... That's the real task...Get working Oormila...