Once, a million years ago in high school, me and my best friend wrote a story. Of course, we were the two main characters, and we capped on everyone and everything we knew and didn’t like. Of course, we were NOT the students voted most likely to succeed or be popular, rich or anything. I think I was voted most likely to be come a serial killer, and she was voted most likely to kill someone then kill herself. OK, so we were REJECTS!
So we wrote this story, and lo, it was good….

And then, the story took a life of its own. The characters got personalities and voices and began to direct the plot. It got bigger, went in many directions, evolved.

We wound up writing or roughing out and entire series.
It wasn’t bad.
It wasn’t stellar writing, but…it wasn’t bad.

We created myth.

Fast forward.

I create myth. I script, sing, sculpt and draw stories of blood, glory, pain, loss, heroism, honor, death, love….and myth. Of course these stories relate to the scripts of my life and the who of the what I am….

But they take life of their own and walk, breath and talk….

Now, if you claim you love me, claim to want to see me as I am, then it is necessary to brave the paths of the myths I create. Otherwise, you don’t know me. Simple as that. If you want to know me, really know me, walk around in my art.

So Congrads Brenda, for braving my website and really looking and thinking. There are fragments of really significant stories there.

Peace…..

“I will live forever…. In your dreams.”

Name that quote and who said it….