I’m a writer and a musician, and when I sleep I dream in rhythm! I wake up and write down threads that come together later in the week. Sometimes they are great poems, some need melody, and then when I really get going … a couple hundred pages of novelette isn’t out of the question.
The themes were familiar, authentic and consistent. Dragons threatening innocent young girls, or so it seems. Dreamy but distinct, my thoughts brought mice to the jury stand with a bandito attorney dressed as a bullfighter and poised to protect his maiden.
So then there’s the question of what to do with all these visions. I wish, in a perfect world, I could stuff them right down your throat! The marketing of greatness will be the biggest let-down of your life, if you ever think, even for just a moment, you’ve done something great. If it is to be heard, no-one will listen; if it is to be seen, no-one will look; and if it is to be experienced, you will feel very much all alone.
So I have completely given up. The idea of hoardes of friendly readers Continue reading “The Field of Freedom, Poem and Novel Combo”