Once upon a time I had another blog. I wrote it for eighteen months and then I stopped (the reason I stopped would be a novel in its own right). I found that I missed writing it, and the feeling of missing it didn't abate. So I started again, somewhat different, somewhat the same. I'm going to re-post now and again a few of the old entries, the ones that fit it all together. This one (kind of) explains where I was at, and how I'm trying to break out.
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20,000 Leagues Under The Sea
Down at the bottom of the mysterious, swirling ocean lies a submarine. Its thick red-black iron sides are crusted with rust. Its hatches are firmly closed. The salty currents have crept their cold way into the tiny gaps at the edge of the bolts and you can hardly see where you might grip to undo them.
The submarine is strong and solid. It can weather high seas and fierce storms. Even the teeth of a shark would glance off with hardly a scrape. The colder the water, the more the bolts tighten in their threads. When the submarine dives and the pressure builds, the hatches tighten in their casings. Nothing could get inside this submarine. It has nothing to fear as long as it stays under water.
Sometimes the submarine can hear the mermaids singing. It comes up to the surface and the sun warms its back. But when it comes ashore, a submarine is foreign: it’s a fish out of water. There’s no point to a submarine when it’s out of the sea. So the submarine dreams of the deep, heavy peace of the ocean floor, and slips silently north to rest under the ice caps, chilly and quiet.
Inside the submarine it is clean and empty.
But wait! What’s that? There’s something inside! Through the salt-smeary lens of the tiny porthole peeps a feline face.
There’s lots of space inside this submarine for a kitten to romp around. Within the armour-thick casing it’s another world. The kitten is at home. There’s enough of everything here to last a lifetime, and all within scampering, scrambling distance. It’s very safe.
The kitten is convinced there is nothing outside the submarine apart from danger. Kittens are not fooled by siren songs. The kitten does not have nine lives left.
The kitten has dreams. But what do they mean?
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