Dreams Vs. Reality
Floating on an airstream, she felt invincible until the phrase, “May I be candid?” brought her crashing back to earth with the reality that her slam poetry didn’t seduce all the masses.
Sascha Darlington 1/22/2018
Floating on an airstream, she felt invincible until the phrase, “May I be candid?” brought her crashing back to earth with the reality that her slam poetry didn’t seduce all the masses.
Sascha Darlington 1/22/2018
One person’s opinion hardly represents the masses. Keep dreaming. 😉
True words, Miss Maggie!
Well put!
Haha, when someone says that or the equivalent, it means get ready for the worst. Possibly I should know what slam poetry is, oh well. So many audiences, and everyone has their own opinion. I say float on that airstream, Sascha, and admire the psychedelic view you created yourself. 👍 Accompaniment–Cream, Sunshine of Your Love. 😄
Thanks, Steve. Now I’ll have that song stuck in my head. 🙂
No, I seriously appreciate the comment. Oddly, most people think the “she” is me and this isn’t the case…not this time anyway, although I have had my bubble burst in the distant past regarding writing. I think I’ve grown skin….not thick, but still something. 🙂
Oh I know another song that’s great for that mmmph mmmph Stop it wood ducks I want to tell Sascha. 😜
It’s the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. I am a pin cushion.
For certain reasons to do with my own writing I do appreciate that it isn’t you. 😃 I think facets of characters come from all over the place, but I suspect that even when it’s someone you know or knew, you need to have a sort of empathic understanding of them. I know there are types of people I could never write fiction about.