Do I dream in French? Oui.
And when I do I speak it well. Fluently.
I use it to buy fresh bread at the bakery :: la boulangerie. Warm, butter-filled pastries at la patisserie. Delicious and dreamy.
I have other dreams too.
One of them – you may guess – concerns writing.
La vie de l’écrivain :: the writer’s life.
I have written since I was a child. I wrote poetry in the shade of baby redwoods and composed ee cummings inspired poems. I paid more attention to the shape of the poem than the content.
I made up my own words. I was happy, content.
I have fallen in and out of love with my writing career over the years.
I published a book under a nome de plume last fall, and am currently writing the second book in the series.
My dream is to make a living as a writer. A simple living would be fine :: une vie simple serait bein. Très bien.
Et alors:: And so, I am making big changes, très grands changements, in my life to see what I can do with more time to dedicate to my craft.
My art, my passion.
My dream in French. :: mon reve en français.