An Authors Journal: 2

So, I scribbled on bits of paper I found. I had to rush off to school and to England once or twice, but I wrote whenever I could. On buses and trains, metros, and planes, first I drew and then I jotted some words around them . . . idle thoughts.

Somehow the characters came, each one developing itself.

Some were very old friends, tales a family tells to keep its kits on the straight and narrow.

Kali Yuga stories Mom told about powerful women who kicked chops for breakfast and had the better of the enemy long before lunchtime, only the stooge did not know it yet!

Then there were all the wicked, antagonists to plot with . . . that was the other dilemma!

There were so many to choose from, with all those non heads of state, the choices were endless and then all of a sudden it was about most of them if perhaps not about all of them.

Then with backgrounds in Lion, Elephant, Rhino, Buffalo, Cheetah, Leopard, Hippo, Crocodile all raring to go, Giraffe, Zebra, big and small Kudo and too many others to mention and lots of big Canadian Friends always come calling too. They come every day, Big Moose, Bear, WULF, Deer, Squirrel, Racoon they love all writers, so they bring me all of their magic willingly.

All sorts of plants, trees, people, crystals, land, ancients, earth denizens plus . . . so many others come.

Some I draw and paint about; a visual recorded journal – many I write about, a phrase here, sometimes one word or two.

Then one day, when I woke up, I had my story, I think a great one.

Only time will tell, how this one turns out!