Dammit, woke up at 5 a.m. with what seemed like a really good story idea to my dreaming self -- fully-fleshed out and everything, with lots of details. When I woke up enough to think about it, realized it was meh. By which point, I was too awake to go back to sleep. Stupid writing brain.
Oh, one note -- Local Author Fair: Saturday, December 1, 2 - 4 p.m., Oak Park Main Library. I'll be selling copies of Bodies in Motion (immigrant stories) and The Poet's Children (illustrated children's book). Also happy to just chat with anyone who comes by. :-)
On the other hand, that’s better than dreaming that a story you’re working on in the real world is meh in the dreamworld.