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Time For a (Not Thanksgiving) Post


Tis the season for bloggers to recount their holiday celebrations with friends and family. This is not that blogger. Most readers don’t give a rat’s patoot what everybody else did, they just like talking about what they did. Snarky today, ain’t I? 😉

Let’s get to work have some fun.

Today we’re going to talk about dreams. In the early 1700’s Native Americans firmly believed dreams were our spirit ancestors trying to communicate with us. While in 1900 Germany, Dr Freud was cataloging his evaluations in his book Die Traumdeutung (The Interpretation of Dreams). Freud was a psychoanalyst and believed dreams to be interpretations of the subconscious mind. Still others consider dreams to be mere psychobabble of our imaginations. Whatever you believe, as a writer, you cannot deny there is power in dreams.


As a child, I had such vivid and wonderous dreams as you would not believe. There were aliens, spaceships, flesh-eating lizards; princesses, dragons saving villages, princes trapped in mountain castles, and villains and heroes alike. They were full of color and pure imagination. Many of them became lost when I awoke, but when I started to write seriously in high school, I began recording my dreams for story material.

Clockwork Dreams, published in 2014, was based off a dream I had in 2013.

If you are a dreamer (of course you are, everybody dreams) who remembers their dreams (oh, drats), you have a plethora of stories at your fingertips just waiting to be written. Scratch those dreams down in the middle of the night or early morning light so you don’t forget. It’s amazing how well you will recall the dream if you can at least record key notes. I currently have a notebook (guarded by Captain Jack Sparrow and William Turner) which I keep at my bedside, and it spans about eight years of dreams.

Sadly, now that I’m an adult, I don’t remember my dreams. Even if I do, I find they are far too realistic to every-day-life (only horrible! Riddled with angst and stress and running late for work!) Sometimes my dreams are too abstract to decipher. I haven’t written down a dream in a long while. (Although I did have this one dream in which I was a Timelord trying to rescue a girl from a time-loop monster that was posing as the girl’s mother. Then I got stuck in a time-loop. Oh, the irony. And just when I was about to free the girl and unravel the web that the monster had created, I woke up!)

Where was I?

Collect your dreams, my friends. Writing down horrific dreams can be therapeutic, and recording the good ones can give you a smile later on. Either way, you can gleen wonderful stories from your dreams.

My next novel, Legacy of the Wolf Wind, is based off a dream I had ages ago. It took me over three years to write in order to unravel such a complicated dream mystery.

There’s my word of advice. See you next time!

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Books and Affiliated, NaNoWriMo, Raw

A Day in the Life

So NaNoWriMo is in full swing, and…I am in a killer reading mood. Yeah. I wrote a bit during the first week but fell off the horse quickly. This will be the first mark against my perfect November record. I’m not crying. I’m not even stressig over it. The reason I have a perfect record is because the third year I didn’t participate at all because I was afraid of that score. This year, the fear was there. It was. But I signed up anyway. I’m not going to finish and I’m okay with that.

My writing commitment is not as strong as some people say it should be, but…

I published two books.

I have a third book finished and ready for editing.

The only person I have to report to is myself. And that’s something I want you to realize, too. No matter where your writing history is, you write for yourself first. Sound too narcissistic? Tough, kid. You’re going to realize how many people will jump at the chance to tell you their high and mighty opinion. How egotistic is that? They’ll also tell you what you’re doing wrong. But that’s not their place to say.

NaNoWriMo is fun. It’s a community of writers inspiring and encouraging other writers. But I’m going to bow out of this round and catch up on some old friends (Jules Verne, Ray Bradbury, etc), but writing is in my blood. I can’t go long before I whip out the notebook. And, hey, I made GREAT headway on a new story! That counts for a whole lot.

If you’re in the Rockford area, you can come out and see me this December at the Beloit Library Author Meet and Greet.


Fanny T Crispin


Tea, Autumn, and NaNoWriMo

It’s officially November, friends. Here in the midwest, we are enjoying crisp, autumn days with fiery displays of color on the trees. It might rain one day. It might be a glorious sunny day perfect for sweatshirts and hot tea.

This year for NaNo, I’m struggling to feel committed to my word count (to writing at all, really). I’ve taken to finishing knit and crochet projects as procrastination. I should be really inspired. This is the time of year to take off in a glory of feathered words and fly across the pages. Sadly, such is not the case.

My writing buddy for the year suggested a relaxed NaNo–breaking the rules a bit. In her mathematical genius, she said we should write 417 words a day…because that would be exactly a quarter of the traditional NaNo. I’m about 30 words shy of that on Day Two.

Hey, can I count my blog?

I have a volleyball game tonight, then I’ll curl up in my bed with a good notebook and get to work. One friend recommended writing before bed as a way to curb my insomnia. After about an hour, it actually works. 😉 So my first NaNo year, I wrote every morning at 6:30. This year I’ll write every night at 10:30. Wish me worthy writing.

Here’s my recipe for you:
First thing we make you feel better
Next stop, we pull it all together
I’ll keep you warm like a sweater
Take my hand and hold on forever  -Rob Thomas

Fanny T Crispin