I HAVE A DREAM REFLECTIONS OF MY WRITING DREAM by Catherine Boldeau In May 2014, I had the strong urge to resign from my teaching post and become a full-time writer. I wanted to give up what John Keble in his famous hymn, New Every Morning , refers to as 'the trivial round, the common task', to spend balmy days writing thousands of meaningful words in a Roald Dahl's gipsy wagon at the bottom of a well-manicured garden or sitting under an umbrella at a waterside restaurant, sipping home-made lemonade, in Henley-on-Thames, warmed by brilliant sunshine and achieving the kind of writing success attributed to J K. Rowling for her Harry Potter series or E L. James for her infamous Fifty Shades of Grey. But by July 2014, my enthusiasm and passion had dissolved into a vault of misgivings, a pending summer without a salary and sheer terror about leaving the stability of a secure position to be, 'footloose and fancy free'. I spent a week in North Wales...