2013-01-21: Writing

I was at a wedding when I was a boy. The ceremony and reception were both under a large white tent, on a large well-manicured lawn in front of a palatial summer estate in South-Eastern Massachusetts. Other than this setting, my only other memory of that night is one conversation that went something like this.

One of my dad's friends sat me down and told me the secret to writing: Adam, write something the moment before you go to bed, that way your thoughts become your dreams and your dreams become your words when you write again the next day.