The Dell

I have words. And a head full of stories – real stuff as well and the imaginative lives thar I create – mostly for myself.

I do sometimes despair that I will overwhelm my brain with all that happens in that grey matter.

I, also, refuse to believe that the matter is grey. Life doesn’t allow for a dull and pale- and not interesting- blob to hold all that one feels and thinks. It must be a kaleidescope of colours, pale and bright, as well as bubbles and lights and stars, and excitement and joy, with the occasional muted colours of harder, sadder times. And that is just on a normal day!

On the days of engaging on the creative sidr, the world inside explodes with fireworks and deep, moving music and the words start marching onto a page. And the creative juices swirl and twirl in ecstatic meaning and purpose.

And a story begins.