Friday, May 24, 2013
I'm writing again and seem to get my best work done while I'm sleeping. Of course, there's no scribe taking notes for me. Dreams can be sketchy at best.
Pictures linger longer than words or ideas.
There is a setting with water everywhere. A town eaten by a reservoir and a brook with a bridge where there are only rumors of trolls.
This series will follow the text as it uncoils across the paper. If I never finish the book, or get it published, I'll have these.
I just saw this post networked on FB and feel like I just announced that next Monday I'm going to rob a bank while naked (but face painted), armed with a squirt gun full of gin and assisted by my Barbary ape, Ace, who is an excellent driver but not yet housebroken.