I like old maps, real old maps. You’ve seen them – in museums and dusty text books. The maps decorated with giant sea creatures swallowing sailing ships. The maps explorers used before the world was really explored. Unlike modern maps, old maps represent best guesses rather than actual places. And those sea creatures, those terrible leviathans – the map makers and the map users believed they actually existed. Be careful, sail straight, know the stars, follow the “map” or else…behemoths get hungry.
What adventure! What wonderful adventure! Where can we adventure like that now? I follow a map, an incredible map. My maps are called stories and I’m a story maker. I pick up my pen and sail away. Maybe I’ll get lost, maybe I’ll uncover treasure, maybe a great, terrible monster will set upon me…maybe I’ll be lucky and experience all of it.
I’m a story maker. And I like maps.
I love this. You are a very talented “story-maker.”
Thanks, Sandra. I gotta get the word out. Maybe my book will sell better. I guy can hope.