don't think twice, it's all right.

I had a dream about Bob Dylan.

I had a dream in which Bob Dylan told me everything’s all right, everything’s beautiful, baby. As long as I’m in love with the person I wake up inside every morning, I’ll have no problem finding the person who wants to wake up next to me for the rest of my life. Until then I should enjoy the ride.

And the writing? I have to seduce the plot line, labor over the details with persistence and affection and listen, above all, listen. The stories want to speak to me. The characters want me to know them.

I should relax and believe.

And I wouldn’t let him talk to me about Jesus but maybe next time.