All stars shelter a single rider. But many of these riders tether themselves to one another to fly together for finite periods of time.
The dream weaver flies alone and at times casts lines of woven dreams at the quiet twinkle of passing stars, hoping in spite of knowledge…
"hoping in spite of knowledge…"
ReplyDeleteThat part resonates with me. It's like pursuing writing. When I hear the numbers, I know the odds are against me. But I hope.
Odds?
ReplyDeletePshah, my money is on you, and to hell with the odds.
You can't trust odds when don't have a level playing field. True, there are precious few people capable of generating steady income from creative writing... And amongst those, a minority do so with sub par skills. And true, countless people are trying to earn a living from writing, but the quality of their writing ranges from poor to passable, with occasional sparks of splendor.
Being one the sparks, as I suspect you are, is hugely in your favor... From what you've been saying I suspect that as a writer you're becoming brighter and brighter, and that all you need are the right circumstances to catch fire and blaze your way forward!
So I'm hoping for you too, that one of these days, in the near future, one of your bright shimmering lines will catch hold of something solid.