Dreams

Hello friends,

We’ve got some June Gloom outside in Portland, OR today. I miss the sun, but enjoy the cool weather.

This week, I want to talk about dreams. Not the kind you have at night, but hopes, fears, ambitions, and desires. We all need these kind of dreams.

For some of us, it’s hard to trust our dreams in the first place, and to commit to them. Others of us have trouble letting old dreams go. Sometimes we can get trapped in them, too. We might outgrow our dreams. Or we may find they’re not the right fit. Sometimes, life changes—and we change—and it’s time to move on.

And sometimes—depending on how deep the desire is—it might be one or the other. Where do you tend to fall in the spectrum of your dreams?Moving on is what this month’s Patreon-funded short story is about. Wreckers is science fiction about dreams that need to die, and is one of five SF stories in my latest collection.Meet Camara—aka Cam—who runs a rough and ready shop in future Los Angeles. As the story says "Cam had been destined for off-world. But Cam had dreams of her own, see?” 

Here’s a short excerpt:

No people in white lab coats, looking like medical professionals. No people in sleek suits, either, pretending that this was just a process everyone went through when they reached a certain phase in their lives, like a facelift or cell rejuvenation.

Nope. None of that dogshit.

People who came to Wreckers knew they were desperate, just like all those other stiffs who tried to pretend they weren’t. Camara accorded the people who walked into the shop the respect they deserved. It took chutzpah to admit that your dreams just weren’t going to make it. That your ambition had been misplaced.

That it was time to move on.

Read the rest for free here: Wreckers.

Have a great weekend!

blessings - Thorn

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