Quote of the Moment

"What's Past Is Prologue." - William Shakespeare

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

I see a woman's hand reach out, covered in blood. Her own blood. I don't know if this is the Shepherd of Dreams, but it's somehow connected to her, to this story that wants to be unearthed.

I feel like I need to see so much more before I even know where to begin writing on this. Which is probably a good thing because I can't start writing on this for quite a while. Too many other things that need attention. *Tells herself to tackle one novel at a time* There has to be another main character in all this mess, along with the Shepherd of Dreams. Maybe another song will conjure further images. Who knows. My muse is as confusing as the Shepherd of Dreams at times.

*Grins* At least I'll never fear of running out of ideas.

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