It’s been a long road to get here. Reading probably hundreds of books, listening to dear friends that had insights into their experiences in this universe, and who are no longer here, and my own cogitations and bubblings in my mental percolator. It reminds me of a line in the movie “The Time Machine” by the Uber Morlock, “We all have our own time machines, what takes us back to the past are our memories, what brings us forward are our dreams.”
Our dreams are also the sum total of our memories as well, so there is a link there. When one places their thoughts into print, whether it is on paper or a digital format, a distillation occurs, like a smorgasbord of selections that one deems relevant. It is an act of associative logic, and at times the selection can be somewhat chaotic. Sometimes things drop into place on their own, and it all clicks together amazingly well, actually astounding at times. That’s what they call “the flow”. Once you’re in the flow, like the current of a river, or perhaps the rapids, you want to follow it until it slows down, and then one realizes that it’s time to stop for now, and take a break. If the flow doesn’t happen, then that magic that carries the reader along doesn’t happen either, and it seems flat and without depth.
To those that wonder why nothing more was added to the site, or to Smashwords, it is simply because life gets in the way. The truly creative process is a delicate one and easily disturbed. This is why artists and writers go out into the country into seclusion to practice their craft. The best thing to do is unplug–the phone, internet, etc., and warn people that you will get in touch with them when you’re done, and that’s that. For myself, I became enmeshed into several projects that required all of my attention, and afterwards would fall into bed in complete exhaustion. Yes, I had my outlines, and could go back there and see if they were still valid, but anything else was out of the question. All this was during the so-called “pandemic” and that did not help at all either.
To those that ask when another work would be done (I would love to add to Broken Wings or “My Name is Bond, Jane Bond”), the answer is soon. That’s probably not good enough for some, but obligations must be met, and promises kept. Once those projects are completed, then the floodgates will open once again. To those that sent kind comments, I want to thank all of you, and know that it is appreciated.
Thanks again, and will be back soon!
Eliza