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Eye, Brow, Brown, Day Dream, Thinking

The dream sat at the edge of my consciousness all morning.

Like a flickering lamp — flashes never materializing into a bright whole.

Of course not. I was awake.

By early afternoon only the memory remained. A night story of the mind. Subconsciousness riveted by life, maybe. This dream, broken and mysterious, stayed with me longer than any other during the wake state when dreams should be gone.

Will I ever see it again? 

Bokeh, Background, Light Reflections

Have you experienced persistent bits of dreams throughout the day? Not  memories, but fragmented bursts of the real deal that push to the surface of your mind at random times. Demanding attention. Then fading away. 

My grandmother, in the old country, used to interpret dreams in all forms. I think every woman her age did. She inspired the dream decoder character in my novel, Stranger or Friend.  

I remember her talking about chance encounters, the possibility of an argument in near future, a visitor — all read from dreams. Some things foretold happiness, others not so much. 

To my grandmother dreams in any form meant something. They were to be dissected, analyzed, discussed.

Those days are now a distant memory.

Wish I had listened closer.


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Kid #atozchallenge


Remember how imaginative we were as kids? Spinning incredible tales in our fantasy plays, like when playing teacher or house or doctor? When every day seemed to have a story attached to it? 

Sure, free time and reign abounded, perhaps more so than for kids today, but there is something unique in a child’s mind that sets the imagination to limitless bounds.

Fearless imaginations. Watching the world though a child’s eyes defines imagining. Everyday moments are building blocks during this period, overwhelming in content and creation. Building blocks that become walls, going up until they grow to homes filled with color, thought, stories — maybe not coherent, but captivating stories.


Many such homes disappear as we grow older, when life intervenes.

Yet every time I watch a child at play, every time I see him smash and bash and crash, and create tornadoes or building castles, or take the family on a safari trip, become a doctor, police officer, a mommy or daddy, I’m taken aback at the richness of imagination. At what we allow to die inside over the years; what we later struggle to rebuild, one building block at the time.


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Imagination ~ Day 3 of 3-Day Quote Challenge


Music is story and story is music. Moreover, music is lyrical poetry.  

I often hear that readers imagine certain soundtracks to stories as they read, and use them as an anchor, a mental scaffold to connect.

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored ~ Patricia A. McKillip

It’s easy to do this with movies, as the music is unmistakably there, but I think it could be just as easy with novels if the visual produced is so spectacular. So much so, we can almost hear the music.

Music is a world within itself. It is a language we all understand ~ Stevie Wonder

When I had the opportunity to do a reading for my book back in April — see above picture — I wanted to add music for my first time with an audience. Sure, it was for all the reasons listed, but also a way to deal with nerves.

So, I dragged my husband, his guitar and sound system to the bookstore.

When I hear music, I am invulnerable. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest ~ David Thoreau

Music — background guitar strumming — helped settle the rhythm of my thoughts. It helped modulate my voice to certain tones, helped sense the emotion in ways that, hopefully, brought the story out in a more … musical way.

Music is timeless, it will never fade ~ Unknown

In the same way a story can be timeless and never fade.

After our performance at the bookstore, we received a request for an encore but … haven’t done it yet. Maybe soon.

Indifferent of the affairs of men, time runs out ~Erwin Silvanus

I want to thank my friend Gwynn for giving me reason for introspection — a most-valued exercise — and so much fun.

Imagination – Day 2 of 3-Day Quote Challenge


Inspiration has no limits.

We’re surrounded by stories, music, oceans, the patterns of fleeting water. The wind, the sun, art, people. Obstacles and victories.

Creativity, love and nature are all fuel for the soul ~ G Brian Benson.

Yet many times we feel empty. Can’t formulate one creative thought.


We had a dream. In fact, we had lots of them.

But then life happened. And worry crept into our life, sucking the creative energy out of us like a leech.


Now we feel flat.

Grey. Uninspired. Heavy.

And we don’t know how to turn on the light.

Sure, we want fireworks. We want inspiring stories and belly laughs. We want passion.

Heck, right now all we want is a tiny spark. The ability to pull the story out of the emotional depth inside us and write it down. One word at a time.

So, what to do?

What reignites the spark for one writer may fall flat for other. However, I will share what works for me … most times:

1. Read, read, and read some more. Or if you enjoy other creative endeavor do it, again and again. Creative work produces creativity.

2. Let nature hold us. Walking, hiking, any outdoor activity will do. Becoming one with nature works wonders for creativity.

3. Let out your inner child. Be silly. Hug harder. Laugh louder.


We know exercising helps creativity. Well, laughter does the same thing. It decreases anxiety, improves mood, enhances resilience, adds joy to life.

In the end, the forces that subdued the story can be the forces that bring it out.



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