I started working a while back, so I'm very busy, don't go expecting lots of posts! But this storyteller... He can't let his blog go. I have so many stories that need to be told. So many zipping around in my head. Entire universes and worlds. And who else would I write for?
Clara sometimes asks me if I dream.
Of course I dream, I tell her. Everybody dreams.
"But what do you dream about?" She'll ask.
The same thing everybody dreams about, I tell her.
I dream about where I'm going. She always laughs at that.
"But you're not going anywhere, you're just wandering about!"
That's not true. Not any more.
I have a new destination.
My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's.
It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes.
But at last I know where I'm going, where I've always been going.
Home. The long way round.
Of course I dream, I tell her. Everybody dreams.
"But what do you dream about?" She'll ask.
The same thing everybody dreams about, I tell her.
I dream about where I'm going. She always laughs at that.
"But you're not going anywhere, you're just wandering about!"
That's not true. Not any more.
I have a new destination.
My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's.
It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes.
But at last I know where I'm going, where I've always been going.
Home. The long way round.
And it is good to be home.
The Fragmented Storyteller
The Fragmented Storyteller