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ETA: Before I woke up Sunday morning after I posted this, I dreamed. In the dream, I saw this typewriter and what was on the paper, then I saw that I had 30 comments. I was so shocked! It was like the days of yore either on LiveJournal or when I linked to my blog from Facebook and Twitter.
When I read the first comment, it said, “I know exactly what you’re talking about. It happens to me, too.” It was signed with one of my character’s names, but in my dream, I knew it wasn’t my character. Just a coincidence. I woke myself up and thought, Not your character and not a coincidence. You know who it was.
I do. ❤️
Because, I said so, that’s why! Now go to your room!
I hate the blockage. It’s like being at the foot of a mountain that’s just begging to be climbed, while showing off how daunting and dangerous it really is.
My characters and their stories would be happy to cooperate if Mount Fascism weren’t looming as I try to navigate its foothills without losing my mind. There’s also the roaring of the Who Cares About Your Little Life And Work River. The noise is hard to shut out.
I can’t believe I’m watching the dismantling of everything my father risked his life to preserve.
The title of your post immediately made me think of the Genesis song ‘I Can’t Dance’.
I believe you think of music more than you realize.
I am aware of things, if not focusing on them.