As a writer I often find myself in a limbo of whats fiction and nonfiction
My characters tend to travel with me through the portal of my imagination back into reality, living through me ~ flexing their crafted persona
Plots, rewrites and drafts hold me hostage within my brain and Im barely present in the present as I travel through Once upon a times that end in unhappily ever afters
What happens next rattles me at every turn and I climb my way up to the steep and harrowing climax
When I reach the top, with my brain bruises and alI, I close my eyes for a rest but the gust of creativity jerks me and Im thrusted down for more with no mercy
I land in new beginnings that flow into more endings
This cycle continues into a world of chaos that manifests into a world of art that I want to share with the world of you
Thank you.
Co.rrinne Ma.nn
MY BRAIN EXPLODED AND HERE LIES ITS CREATIVE CONTENTS...