Dreaming medium-sized dreams #MFRWauthor


I’m back after a week’s absence due to elbow surgery for septic bursitis. For this week, the Marketing for Romance Writers blog prompt is:

My biggest dream in life

This is harder than it may seem. I’ve never had one BIG DREAM, rather, a series of big dreams, like pearls on a necklace.

Back in high school, I remember telling my sister, with regret in my voice, that I’d probably end up living a normal, humdrum life in the city. No harm in that, of course. But I yearned for … something different.

Right after that conversation, I asked to the senior prom the wonderful woman who eventually became my wife. Judi helped me find a different sort of life.

We sought out small towns in the wilds of the British Columbia Interior. Taught in a one-room school accessible only by float plane. Moved up to a two-room log cabin school. Settled in the ‘suburbs’ of a ‘big city’ of 1500, where our four children were born.

Even though we now live in a sedate, normal city in Arizona, my life has been very different, and not humdrum at all.

Since then, my life has been sustained by a string of other dreams:

  • Become a topnotch oboe player (mostly accomplished, on good days)
  • Make a living as a writer (done, though most of the money came from technical writing)
  • Publish a novel (done)
  • Show I’m not a fluke by continuing to publish (I’m up to 13).

My current Big Dream is to become the best novelist I can possibly be. Recognition in the form of sales and/or awards would be great, really marvelous; but strangely enough, they aren’t necessary. I’m beginning to be worthy of those things, and that’s what matters. I can’t control what the world thinks of me.

Some days I sure wish I could, though!

What about you? What are your Big Dreams?

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  1. I love your life in the wilds of British Columbia. It sounds so adventurous.

    1. It was, and I draw on those experiences all the time in my everyday life. Having heated a log house with firewood I cut and split myself, and having fed a family of four mostly only on food grown on our small acreage … these things give me a self-confidence I probably wouldn’t have had otherwise.

  2. At this time in my long life, my dream is to live way longer, to see my youngest granddaughter grow and flourish. And I wouldn’t mind knowing readers know my name as I write and develop a following.
    You, my friend, please be well. Enough already ailments and surgeries. And you have reached pinnacles of success in your life. Beautiful!

  3. LOL. Yes, I should have added “live way longer”. Thanks for the good wishes. As for my health, I’ve been a pretty healthy guy until the last six months, I swear.

  4. Now I want to add living longer to my dream too. 🙂 I love your background in working in a one-room school and then to a two-room log cabin school. Working in public education for most of my life, I can’t imagine how different it would be to work in a one or two room school, but I’d give it a try. Well, back then I would, not now. It looks like you’ve reached your dreams with your high-school sweetheart. Enjoy your weekend.

    1. Plunging into wilderness living definitely depends on one’s stage of life. Going to Echo Bay School a few years later, when we had four young children, would have been disastrous! No television or even radio to distract them, no cars or roads to take them anywhere, no 24-hour electricity (just a noisy generator), no stores except mail order to buy toys or necessities for them — this is the stuff of nightmares. How on Earth did our pioneering forebears ever manage?

  5. We are kindred spirits. I’ve never wanted a normal life, but have lived in many places(all medium to large cities and their environs), had a number of different kinds of jobs (with more to go). And I really have goals more than dreams, but that seems attainable.

    1. I’ve noticed over and over that I have more in common with fellow writers than with other people. Not all writers, of course, but a great many. One of the high points of my life was a week-long retreat at the Banff School of the Arts; ~30 folks worked with their genre’s gurus during the day and then shot the breeze together in the evening. Those bull sessions were scintillating, the discussions far-ranging and amazing, and everyone understood the jokes! I wish I could convey how vividly I felt a sense of acceptance and kinship — but I’m not nearly a good enough writer to do that.

  6. Ed, what an interesting life you’ve led. British Columbia is such pretty country. Congratuations on achieving your writing dream, if not completely. A lot of us are in the same situation.

    My dad had bursitis so I know how painful it can be. Glad you had the operation.

    1. I didn’t have much choice about the surgery. After the ER drained fluid from the bursa and then had it tested, I started getting these calls from them: “Get back in here NOW, we’ll have a room waiting for you.” They kinda scared me.

  7. My big dream is to “hit it big” with my writing. I’m not sure what that means because the mark keeps moving! But just earning a living doing what I’m doing is my dream job.

    1. Do I ever know what you mean about the goalposts moving! If I’m honest, I’ve reached many of my writing goals, the first of which was simply “Can I actually finish a whole long book?” Needless to say, that’s no longer an acceptable benchmark.

  8. Sherry Lewis · · Reply

    I know many people who love their “ordinary” lives and want nothing to come along and disturb that, but I’m with you in wanting something else. I’m glad you and your wife have been able to make a life for yourselves that meets the bar. Enjoyed your post a lot.

    1. If we were completely content with the everyday world around us, why would we bother to dream up imaginary characters and scenarios?

  9. You can definitely say your life hasn’t been humdrum. Hoping you heal from your septic (OMG!!) bursitis quickly!

    1. Thanks so much for stopping by, Robin!

  10. Oh sorry to hear about your surgery. Hope you’re healing okay. 🙂 13 books!!! Wow. At this point I’ll be happy if I can get #2 done. LOL

    1. I’ll be desperately happy to type The End on #14. I’m in a period of drought, which is every bit as annoying years into a career as it is at the beginning.

  11. Congrats on the 13 and counting! BC is beautiful; my sister used to live in Vancouver, and we visited Manning Park, Twassin (sp??), and White Rock. Would love to explore some more, but now she’s up in Whitehorse!

    1. The Lower Mainland is great. I lived in Van when young, and son #2 is just moving from there to Toronto after working at UBC for several years. I’ve always been interested in visiting the Yukon … in the summer, I hasten to add.

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