If you’re anything like me, you’re probably always scribbling odd, random notes on scraps of paper or typing snippets in your phone and forgetting about them. And then, if you’re like me, you find those notes eons later and wonder what in the name of Swiss cheese?!
For example, I found this one the other day:
“Beware the dragon”, the old man said. “She will fill your dreams with magic and moon-song, and you will have no choice but to follow her heedless path.”
But the dragon’s siren call… Ah, I dare you to resist. She will not be defied, but must instead be followed, with absolute abandon and complete devotion.
She cannot be seen, this dragon temptress, for she weaves her spell in the warm, dark recesses of the mind. She plants her seeds and watches them grow as stories and poems of all shapes and sizes. And then, like some poor honey-trapped insect, you must write or be destroyed, from the soul out.
See what I mean? Swiss cheese. Definitely.
And no, you can’t have some of whatever I was drinking at the time. In any case, it was probably apple juice. Or tea. And I don’t share tea.