Sleep did arrive, for a few hours at least, and there was Alice and a few of her friends, and I believe I had an out-of-body experience (I remember briefly floating above myself -- sort of a Waking Life experience), but the lasting cinematic influence of my dreams is yet to be determined.
Today will be a contemplative one. My thoughts will manifest themselves into something greater than I can now imagine, so look for those druggy words (a la Kipling) -- tomorrow.
One has to think big, or why think at all?
"Cada Cabeza Es Un Mundo," my friends.
To Reach The Green Light At The End Of The Pier
FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES: "We are saving ourselves through the words," says Eleanor, the leading lady of a novel-in-progress. This exploration into the creative process -- which includes plenty of distractions/tangents /thoughts & rants by Eleanor, her Biographer, and selected guest artists -- will continue until Eleanor is certain her story is "right." (But we dare not jump ahead of ourselves.)
There will be the occasional typo (as Eleanor points out), and much of this is intended to be "original draft" -- what comes out of our mouths (heads) first, and then set down in that order. Not all of it will be included in the novel, but all of it is happening in real time.
ELEANOR says: "Please turn the page. Keep reading."
For more of Eleanor and her Biographer -- as well as the work of our many guest artists -- check out the older postings. "Everything is part of the process, and the process is the journey," Eleanor says.