I think as writers we can all relate to the topic of hope. Hope is what gets us to trudge through rewrites. Hope is what gets us to put our babies on the skewer for agents and editors to pick at then discard. Hope is what gets us to write.
"...Our hopes can lead us to dreams which can inspire us and lead us to action...Hope alone, however, does not cause us to succeed. Many honorable hopes have gone unfulfilled, shipwrecked on the reefs of good intentions and laziness."
-- Steven E. Snow
I have a constant fear that my reef of good intentions and laziness will shipwreck my dream. You may have noticed that I fully acknowledge that my reef exists.
I think of the line in Tangled where the Hook Handed Thug was helping them escape and says:
"Go, live your dream!"
and Flynn replies, "I will."
and the thug says, "Your dream stinks. I was talking to her."
Unless I missed something, her dream was to see floating lanterns. At least Flynn's had more vision and ambition behind it. (Just kidding- I can only imagine the comments defending Rapunzel's dream)
I just hope that my hope is placed on a dream that doesn't stink.
If I was a fortune cookie writer I would make one that said:
May your hopes lead to your nonstinky dreams!