OK, so the book is edited, queries out to agents, web site up, media kit finished, Facebook page filled up with new friends, and Scribd scribed. Surely, that's enough already! Nope, not for the terrier Timothy.
Being one who has an exceedingly rich inner life, there is always something unsaid or undone, with a multitude of twists and endings. I always need a new toy, something to add to the constant mix.
"How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?" Like a Rolling Stone Bob Dylan
I was on the beach in Santa Monica. Bikini babes, sun, and surf, were my world. And then I heard "Like a Rolling Stone" on somebody's transistor radio. I changed, and the memory of that song embedded itself in my brain. Every time I heard it repeated, I would always remember exactly where I was and how I felt at that moment.