The dream is stirring, coloring my waking life with the urge to create, to write, to revisit the world of Starshine. That world is asking to be discovered, wanting to tell me more about the dangers, the characters, and the surprises in store… it wants me to pay attention to it again and record what happens there. It wants to be found again.
Time is passing so quickly now. In a little over a year, I’ll be half a century old with maybe 20 or 30 years left, if I’m lucky. I’m having to ask myself, where do I want to be as a writer in 2 years? In 5? In 10? The answer is simple: much further along than I am now. Much.
That means I must pay attention. To the stirring. To the calling of a world I birthed and left frozen in time. I must direct my mind and soul’s efforts to writing. I have to write. And so I’m making room again for it. I want to see what real effort does for the world of Starshine, but also for my world. The future, I suspect, has them entwined in most interesting ways.