I am undone by it All…
Bits of myself come out in pieces, on page and canvas- streaming water-like and splashing. Otherwise, they trickle out-plunk, plunk, plunk-dripping, moist and dewy.
Thoughts encompass, enclose, tease my mind. Leaving me breathless with the glory and horror of everything that can be told.
With all soul, the aid of the fickle lady we name Muse and without fear of the darkness, I plunge! My senses alert for all and any hidden newness of fantasy, bright or heinous, my pen on paper, I begin here.
Yes, undone I am, in the most exultant manner; for what lies in store or story. Worlds unknown, creatures not yet named, countries and stars far away-distant and perhaps horrible, yet good await. Streak, float, evaporate, become reborn, die forever-All of it will be worth the risk… of everything that can be told.