From interview to interview and from friend to friend, many times authors are asked – where do we get these crazy ideas we write about? The answer – everything and nothing. Anything and all of the things we wish to be possible. As William Blake wrote in Auguries of Innocence -
To see a world in a grain of sand/And a heaven in a wild flower/Hold infinity in the palm of your hand/And eternity in an hour/
The magic of the words themselves inspire us. Their beauty is found in the simplicity of the first breath of a spring wind – warm and sun-kissed with the hint of the green that you know will be forthcoming after those first spring rains. They pulse through us with every glance reminder of poverty and hunger, wealth and abundance. The visions unfold in the edict of radical political opinions or the lack thereof. They expand with the hope of magic, and the possibility of mayhem. And they come to fruition in the embrace of our children safely sleeping in our arms, eyes closed to the hostilities of an impossible world and a people seeking aspirations and yearning for inspiration. This is where our stories begin.
So, what do you dream of?