Dreaming of my subject’s life

Back in December I crafted an outline, detailed table of contents, and sample chapter for the Hazel Rowley Prize offered by Biographers’ International. It was an extremely useful exercise for a variety of reasons but, perhaps it’s needless to say, I didn’t win the prize. While I was moderately disappointed, by the time the decision was made (sometime in April?) I was already well on the road to rethinking my proposal’s contents. It so happens that the night I submitted my materials I had a terribly vivid dream about my subject. In my dream, not only was he alive and well, but his workshop was located within the confines of a beached submarine that I had the pleasure of touring.  With my subject as my guide, he showed me around the place,...