I walk down the lavender path Under rose petal skies Scents of lilac and cinnamon Permeate the clear ether Each step in the heather
And the heath
Peels away a century Each step reawakens a memory Present and past collide with…
“What in the world are you talking about?”
“You asked me about my dream, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but this sounds like an acid trip turned to song. “Picture yourself in a boat” and all…”
“Well, perhaps an acid trip is a type of waking dream.”
“Anyway, the dream is simple. Everything is vibrating, from the quarks and leptons to galaxy clusters. We all have our own frequency with our own harmonic spectrum above it. Sometimes we find ourselves in harmony with someone else. Love. Or something else. Belonging. Or sometime else…”
“I was right, an acid trip.”
“A dream. And I found my harmony as I walked down the lavender path under the rose petal skies. The scents of lilac and cinnamon permeated the clear ether. Each step…”
It started with a dream. And a very strange dream it was (*read the dream at the end of the post). It jumped around and didn’t make any sense and yet seemed real. I thought about it as I went through my morning routine. On my drive to work I wrote a little story in my mind based on the dream. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I had it pretty much down. I also realized it was more of a single scene than a standalone story. i was thinking four, perhaps five, parts. I took a break from work midway through the morning and cranked it out as fast as I could type. The scene was in my brain, I just had to type it out. I took less than 30 minutes to type and post the more than 1800 words of “The Halley Branch (Part 1)”.
For a few days it continued like this. I would think of the next chapter as I drove to work. Half way through the morning I’d take a half an hour break to write up what I had planned on my drive and post it. After the forth part I realized the story was going to be a lot bigger than originally planned, perhaps book length.
After about the fourth or fifth part I started doing a lot of the writing at home in the evening. Continue reading →