New Worlds, No Maps
Stepping into that strange liminal space of thinking about a new book. Exciting, certainly. Scary too. Strange connections are made as the universe, or the unconscious, recognises what you’re doing, pulling things out of the aether and thrusting them under your nose. Images, music, places, people, dreams, serendipitous discoveries, all have a part to play.
I might document a few here, without comment. Will it be possible to see where I’m heading from outside my head? That would be interesting to know. Perhaps there really is more clarity from that objective viewpoint.
I have an idea of the *kind* of book I want to write, but that’s about all the restrictions I’m placing on myself. The general direction. North by northwest. But no destination is in mind. I like the thrill of setting out for the horizon and seeing where I finally roll up. It has to be new. I’m not interested in repeating what I’ve done before. I want to discover things, for myself as well as for the people who read my books.
Reports from the journey may pop up on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Google+, Pinterest, on Jack of Ravens and Posterous. Interested parties should look for the tag #oneiroi
