From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

The Heffalump, the Oliphaunt, the Ribbajack, and Jabberwock-- In shadows walking, from dreams come true, through darkness falling, they'll run with you. When daydreams, bleed nightmares, when morning light, is scabbed by night, The beasts arrive, to stir and shake, if your wits survive, and you somehow wake, Don't think them done, though you stand alone, they'll slither and creep, and stomp while you sleep, In shadows walking, from dreams come true, through darkness falling,  they'll run with you, The Heffalump, the Oliphaunt, the Ribbajack, and Jabberwock.                                                                                                  ---e.a.s. demers ...

Seems no matter how hard you try, how carefully you plan, life has a way of intruding, of sticking its big nose in the middle of things, throwing more than just a wrench into the works. Dreams of where you'll be in 5 years, in 10 years, these seem so achievable.... at least they seem achievable at the time of their inception. But, let little things like a couple of weeks or a few months get in the way and suddenly those dreams aren't so easily reached: ---- I'll be married by the time I'm 25 ----I'll have a career (i.e. Published Author) by the time I'm 30 ----I'll have a family by the time I'm 35 ----I'll have a house by the time I'm 40 Funny how time, life, opportunities, etc changes things.... So, here I am--- 31 years old--- I did get married, though I was 26.... I am currently still unpublished, but hoping that will change shortly, maybe this year... So, if I'm to follow my current average, I should back plan for everythin...

What's it like being_______? .... fill in the blank any way you like and you'd probably still get the same answer--- "I don't know" At least it's the answer you'd get if the person you'd asked had never known anything different. What's it like being a woman? What's it like being blind? What's it like being rich? If the woman had never been a man, if the blind person had never been sighted and if the one who was rich had never been poor, then they would have no way of explaining exactly what it was like. How can the known be explained in relation to the unknown?? I've often wondered what it's like to be everything that I'm not. Maybe it's my inquisitive mind, or perhaps my multi-personality imagination or my innate writer. Most likely it's the delirious daydreams of someone bored/fed up with their state in life. Whatever the explanation, the end result is the same---- what's it like being_____? Whether the answer I pr...