I had a dream.
I was on a mountain side. There was a river we had crossed, it was red, vivid, with bright colored leaves strewn about in a delightful way, and I could not find the words to describe it.
I reached for a pencil to write with and started slipping down the mountain slope towards the edge.
Someone said, “You write too much. Stop writing.”
I said, “Never.”
- To Write or Not to Write at 5am (lifeandwrite.com)