This has to happen.
Those who scale Giant Peaks do so because they are there,
Those who write do so because it is not there.
There’s a chaos in my head, of a sort would please Nietzsche ~ as it leads to stardust??
But this is more a wilfulness that sends me back to Snoopy at his typewriter, furiously focussed on his QWERTYs, without fail lauching each novella with
“It was a dark and stormy night’
Rarely taking us much further on his lap of intrigue..
Or my gals in college, intro to any tipsy tale was usually ‘WE~YELL It aaalllllllll started when I WAS TWELVE!
….and the rest was mystery….
And what truth have we after all? But whatever warms our being as we lay down; that we can face the day with a clear loving albeit battered heart and warm the sun for a few more while swatting the germs that try to get in our way ~ we love, we fall, we fail, we make good.
We care deeply for those we love.And we start again.
So this had to start. Hopefully,it’s stardust….