“When Truth Dies…”
I had a brief moment of flow (the creative state where you’re in the groove and writing just flows) a week ago Saturday but was called away to take care of Things because I’m a responsible chap and it was a pleasant day in Wisconsin. As so often happens, when I throttled the Muse, I haven’t been able to recapture that state since then. As I nestled into bed last night, a vagrant line came to mind, “When Truth dies, everything dies.” It’s a great line and serves as a bit of foreshadowing to the final climax for THE BLUE GOLEM.
I had a decision to make: I could either trust that I would remember the line in the morning, or I could rouse myself from my comfortable bed long enough to go into the hallway and save the thought to my Notes file on my iPhone.