When “real life” prohibits me from writing, my brain dumps all its imaginative fervor into my dreams. This is patently not good.
However, being a professional scribbler and all, I do try to filter out whatever good I can find from the mess.
So, I take to my sieve and press out the tortured and tangled tales to see if anything of use pops out the other side. The result? An unholy mess more times than not, but I do always try.
Until Monday (tomorrow is Christmas!!)…