Monday, January 17, 2011


She doesn't like to be chased or cornered; she's feline in that way. But sometimes when it's quiet and dark she'll visit, bringing gifts. She was particularly generous the other night, giving me a storyline-intact dream, translatable to paper. And then in the foggy not-awake, the kind of dialogue only characters can create themselves. In my organizing process I find other dream stories scratched quickly on scraps of paper, sketches of a moving target. Sometimes she eludes us when we seek her, but our job is to clear the space and let her arrive.

1 comment:

Colleen Sutherland, storyteller said...

You take your muses where you can find them. Sometimes, you have to track 'em down, whack 'em over the head and drag them back to the keyboard.