Let those whispers and embers turn into the ancient dance around the blazing fire. Let it be chaotic. Let it breathe life and fire and words and music, pounding away at the life pumping through your veins.
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Dear Reader, We haven’t formally met, and we probably never will. At least not in person. But let me express here an now, how very honoured I am to enter into this magical experience of telepathy with you. To me, this is what being a writer is all about. It’s about the words, it’s about the readers, and it’s about the telepathy. The magic. Stephen King talks about this idea best in his book On Writing. What we are doing, is engaging in a one-way form of telepathy. One that transcends time and space. Here I am, sitting on my lounge room couch somewhere in Queensland, Australia, still in my pyjama’s. There’s a half-cup…