The Pulse

I’m a dreamer. I dream of my stories compulsively. I dream more than I move my fingers to type out my words, sentences, chapters, stories. That is my crime.

And while I dream, sometimes  there is a flicker of aspiration of that is possible for me. There is a flicker of hope I feel.

Sometimes, it happens when I look at book covers that are especially beautiful and I imagine how that must feel for the author. Sometimes, it happens when I series I really love is getting a sequel and there is some news about it. A preorder, a cover, an announcement of any kind.

It’s like I suddenly dream in colour. I suddenly see colour. Fuchsia, Teal, Emerald. Brilliant jeweltone colours, a graphic splash of them.

It’s only a fleeting moment that I feel it but it’s something that resounds with me and keeps me going. I lost that feeling for some time–a few years. But when I do experience it, it feeds me to write.

What feeds your passion to write?