My daytime job decided to swallow my life about a year ago. While I lay in its deepest, darkest intestines I lost my mental enjoyments. In other words, the monsters quieted in my head. Stats, numbers and telecommunications equipment configuration dominated everything.
I feel the monsters took pity on me and my dreams returned. I know what you’re thinking. Dreams are the fruits of a writer but not for me. I mentally dwelled in my own waken state of creativity. I could sit or drive for hours with no radio or talking and find things to ponder and entertain.
I missed that and I’m tired of work.
Over the weekend, I volunteered to read scripts for the NH Film Festival. This event awaken the monsters. I see them and welcome them. I also found out the Black Library will be accepting short stories soon and I owe Scott a novella.
So I’m back.
Yes. Back… and my pen will run ‘re(a)d’…