I googled, dragon imagine the possibilities, and this wonderful graphic popped up. I don’t know the artist, but this is enchanting and beautiful.
Imagining and dreaming about the future. What it would be like to see children’s eyes light up after reading one of my books and telling me their stories. What if an agent emailed and said I love your imagination. I want more, let’s get to work on opening children’s imaginations so they can soar. Children publisher’s will fight over your stories. Looking at my various query letters and notes. Wondering how I grab the imagination of a literary agent. Let them know when the dragon knocks at your window the imagination flies with the dragon on a wondrous adventure. Children need their imaginations to be allowed to fly. Getting ready for when many agencies and publishers open back up in September, asking for submissions. Well that is where my imagination adventure flew today.
Thanks for dropping in today. Enjoy the Adventures the day brings you! WB
Today, I woke up wondering what happened to the boy who wanted to touch the moon and inspired me to dream again. Every morning this smart imaginative child would tell me all the places he went during the night. I remember him telling a doctor in kindergarten how he wanted to be an archeologists and he said it correctly. He wanted to visit the pyramids and told him all about them and other information about Egypt. The doctor was so impressed with this little boy, he took him back to his lab to show him how he tested the blood to find out what could be wrong with people. The little boy who went missing one day in Akureyri, Iceland, who got lost but excitedly told me about all the people and places he discovered finding his way home.
I wonder when did I lose the boy who dreamed big things and wanted adventure. This little boy is now an young adult and headed down a raggedy path full of gnarly branches that keep grabbing him. I wonder will he find a smoother path and look up see the light glittering on a drip of water, with the dragons reflection that floats down and lands on his forehead from the cold ice melting on those crooked branches as new colorful leaves begin to bud to release the dreams and see the beauty of wonder and adventure again. When he wipes the drip will the dragon be there for him to take flight. Hope