Monday, March 11, 2019
There exists a narrow band of fertile land in the gloaming that lies between sleep and wakefulness. It is here, in twilight of the mind, that images, ideas and dreams are made. Sometimes the dreams take root and grow large enough to escape into the light of consciousness. We take the dream, manipulate the idea, write it down and, with luck and patience, it becomes a story, a book, a movie. We have created a new thing.