Writer's Block: Creative Expression

[Error: unknown template qotd]I feel inspired to write erotica again, based on the overwhelmingly positive surge in page views in my Hypnotic Erotic blog based on the excerpts of existing erotica I've posted there.

Please don't misunderstand me when I tell you I shan't post pictures. Sorry to disappoint you.

Five Years Ago

Five years ago, on this day, I had what I have come to term The Architect Dream.

It turned out that, on that day five years ago, Bram Stoker had been dead for 95 years; and I'd turned 16,000 days old.

Today, one hundred years on from Bram Stoker's death on this day, and me having turned 17,827 days old, I found myself revisiting the dream and thinking about what it had all meant. Back then, a single man, I'd yet to encounter Nai - yet to meet Mistress Talon, and indeed yet to meet the wonderful men and women who have come into and walked out of my life since. Back then, I'd wondered where this "diamond in the dirt" that I'd dreamed of would ever turn up.

And then I thought of the things that have shaped me, these past few years. The setbacks; the triumphs; the utter hilarity; the dreadful tragedies. I've won, and lost, more than I ever thought I could; sung songs to people now dead; laughed and cried with people who will not now speak to me; watched new things come into the world that gave me a hope I never thought I'd experience again; rediscovered some old talents of mine; and in the 1,827 days (365 c 10 = 3650; 3650 / 2 = 1825; add two leap year days for 2008 and 2012) I have reaffirmed all of the things for which I stood, way back then ... and then some, because in these last five years I have gained so much in self-confidence, thanks to the new friends and old who've chosen to surround me in my life.

The "diamond glittering in the dirt" may well have turned out to be me.

Happy Anniversary, Architect Dream.