Maybe We're All In Somebody's Dream. Maybe

My Work Explores The Frontier Between Rationalism And Superstition And The Wavering Boundary Between The Two.

Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.

And What Is Wrong With Playing With Words? Words Love To Be Played With, Just Like Children Or Kittens Do!

Then What Shall I Write? I Can't Just Write That This Happened Then This Happened Then This Happened To Boring Infinitum. I'll Let My Journal Grow Just Like The Mind Does, Just Like A Tree Or Beast Does, Just Like Life Does. Why Should A Book Tell A Tale In A Dull Straight Line? Words Should Wander And Meander. They Should Fly Like Owls And Flicker Like Bats And Slip Like Cats. They Should Murmur And Scream And Dance And Sing.

The Best Tip For Writing Is Just To Write; To Sit Down And Write, To Begin Doing It And Not To Be Scared By The Blank Page.