The people that live in more than one word live at an accelerated rate. Artists are such creatures. They have their mundane loves, families, friends, pets, political affiliations….and they have their created worlds that often come bumping into their mundane ones. Since I returned from Scotland I am finding that every time I try to drift away into my written or theater worlds, I am coming up against a wall.
I could blame this imbalance on my trip which unopened trap doors for me to existences that were new and provocative. I even shape-shifted in my other worlds into eagles pumping their quests over ridges and lochs. I put new towers back on ruined castles. I heard the old instruments trilling songs I had never known.
THE OUTLANDER is not part of my lure to Scotland. The world I saw was not one of a time traveling romance, but of real ragged existence. At some point I will write of this coming together of that world with my present summation. Until then my computer is somewhat silent but my dreams are loud and clear.