Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.

Do you know the feeling you get when you are awakened in the middle of a dream? The dream story is still real and full of color, but the waking world is rushing back into your mind. And for a moment both worlds are true, and you cannot quite tell them apart.

Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked.
Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know.

Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.

Being a writer is a good, good thing.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.