What Is Good For You Creatively Is

For In Every Adult There Dwells The Child That Was, And In Every Child There Lies The Adult That Will Be.

Without A Human Voice To Read Them Aloud, Or A Pair Of Wide Eyes Following Them By Flashlight Beneath A Blanket, They Had No Real Existence In Our World. They Were Like Seeds In The Beak Of A Bird, Waiting To Fall To Earth, Or The Notes Of A Song Laid Out On A Sheet, Yearning For An Instrument To Bring Their Music Into Being.

He Would Talk To Them Of Stories And Books, And Explain To Them How Stories Wanted To Be Told And Books Wanted To Be Read, And How Everything That They Ever Needed To Know About Life And The Land Of Which He Wrote, Or About Any Land Or Realm That They Could Imagine, Was Contained In Books. And Some Of The Children Understood, And Some Did Not.

Why Is There Always One Bloke In These Boy Bands Who Looks Like He Came To Fix The Boiler And Somehow Got Bullied Into Joining The Group?

Once Upon A Time – For That Is How All Stories Should Begin – There Was A Boy Who Lost His Mother.