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 Dreams from Yester

 

What does the world of every day need with a dreamer?   Creative thinking is for the idle rich.   When one is not idly rich one is a lazy dreamer.   Why can't there be time for trips such as this?   Stolen at late hours while the dependent family sleeps, knowing it will bundle with other snatches of time in some dusty desk drawer.

   The house is filled with started writings,  a novel, or two, several short stories(rough drafts) myriad letters to editors (one almost submitted) nine or ten attempted poems, even a scheme or two at business plans.   The supreme confidence and boundless energy needed to complete and submit, and re submit a professional manuscript must be devastatingly driving.

The main plan tonight was to start typing and just follow random trains of thought.  stopping occasionally to sort into some semblance of order.   Usually when feeling as low as this a trip into fantasy helps.   Characters in leather  with cold steel smelling of swamps or dusty meadows, deftly making their way through impending danger and forceful action.   Of late these lonely heroes are losing their fearless touch.   Doubts and fears are causing near fatal hesitations,  or dangers are avoided by almost cowardly means.   Reality is hounding them mercilessly.   Stupid swordsmen,woodsmen who can't survive without elves.

Then those passionate letters to editors, screaming for justice, pointing out radical simple solutions to complex social problems.   Answers and questions while bouncing around in the background are things like

"How did Roman engineers multiply and divide numbers like XXXVVIII  X LLVXV

divided by the number of steps across the Thames  Or was it the Thames then?

Or why can't I just get a job and do it til the Big D ends me? 

Author's Note

picked up some dusty papers

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

Firstly, loved the title to this, which seemed to reverberate. Secondly, you've drawn the scene of the frustrated writer and dreamer so brilliantly, with such superb characterisation, and then the flights of fancy and the poignant questions. A good reflection on the human psyche.

[Gandré]

Do you worry? You look like you do. Worrying is the way the responsible citizen of an advanced society demonstrates his virtue: he feels good about feeling bad. But what to worry about? "They make me feel sick to my stomach," wrote the British novelist Martin Amis... If you've seen Al Gore's acclaimed documentary 'An Inconvenient Truth', you'll know that it begins with a searing, harrowing nightmare vision of the world to come: One day Chicken Little was walking in the woods when - KERPLUNK - an acorn fell on her head. "Oh my goodness!" said Chicken Little. "The sky is falling! I must go and tell the king."

Everybody wants to be entertained; just few are creating, for we stopped to be told stories, and we stopped to tell stories to our children, we are satiated with gadgets and busy being entertained by others, who in fact tell us, "Don't write this, this is not good. Buy my book, that's the right one. See for yourself, it's about to become bestseller.

haha, The Roman engineers - learnt from Arabs.

[Narnie]

The first paragraph could be a wonderful poem. I've read this twice and like it very much. A stream of conciousness? You have a lot to say Donald. It would be almost criminal if you don't at least self-publish a collection. It needs to be in your hands as one glossy edition. I think the pride you would feel then would just ice the cake.

[C. Harter Amos]

The random creative mind wanders where it will. I'm fascinated by people's thoughts and loved reading through this just to watch you wander. "How did Roman engineers multiply and divide numbers like XXVVIII x LLVXV..." You won't do! Loved it.