A writer should write every day. Awaken his Night Terrors, regrets, daydreams, pride. Haunting half-memories, fading. I have none. I do, but I fear them. I have lived an ordinary life. I am comfortable in my retiring years. Status quo, erotic fascination, terrifying regret, unwished desire. The dreams of an ordinary man, hidden and lost. They challenge me. They rise against the ordinary life. They pound and scream and grasp and drown. I put them to bed, whimpering, and soon forgotten. A writer should write every day.
M. E.