Just before Christmas I was given my orders! from friend from forever/editor. Time I produced another reworked fairy tale book! She likes them, and as she works long hours getting my dyspraxic books into order the least I can do is oblige. It isn’t so easy, of course, to come up with 14 or so new short stories, Nothing happens overnight.
I do so enjoy a bit of fantasy. There is a whole raft of sub divisions here – of course! Grrr. Some of my friends say my whole mind is full of fantasy, others find that strange, as I do not present this facet as I stride (hobble) the world.
I am of a scientific bent, I do not believe in ghosts or anything paranormal. Magic tricks? Nope. Mind reading? Nope. Zombies and werewolves forget them, as for vampires – come on now, cannibalism has been around ever since we have, so some folk like the taste of blood:)
Although I wished to be able, like Dr Dolittle,’ to converse with animals, I study them instead and try not to impose my perceptions on them. For every report of the supernatural my mind is examining and analyzing the reason and logic behind. As I say
Look at me and see, sensible.
Look and see unimaginative.
However peer through a lens, my mind is a completely fantastical kaleidoscope of alternative worlds, weird happenings and magic.
Don’t believe everything you see.
My fancies can spin, away from reason and normality,into the realms of crazy in a nano second. I love doing it. So where does that leave me? I genuinely believe there is a rational explanation for everything and if we don’t know it now we will someday. Ever since I could tell the differences between ‘real’ and ‘story’ I have been thus. However, running alongside rationality I enjoy a good story, of whatever type or style. I am always willing to suspend belief for a few hours if it is a ‘story’ a ‘tale’
I find I enjoy the writing of such concoctions, although I cannot help lacing them with reality.
(Part of this was blogged 3yrs ago elsewhere)