The Dream Detective Agency

yin yang cat another lovely hour-and-a-half of jog-dreaming or 'letting an idea run away with itself while you're out and about running away with yourself' took me from an exploration of the Dierdre Openhouse's purring white Dream Cat, hence the image of the yin-yang cats above, to the conceptual linkage of the Ancient Celtic Stone Circles and heritage music... RUN DMC's, "It's like that and that's the way it is," what relevance does this 90's male-vs-female tribe-vs-tribe Battle-Dance art-form have to do with thoughts of ancient worlds and a lost century that the Dream Detective Agency can investigate? EVERYTHING. Hint: a Cèilidh is the living version of a stationary stone circle. As you'll notice in both stone circling and dance circling, every individual has their moment in the spotlight, their time in the centre of the circle. Their are honoured and respected for their unique transcendant perspective they bring to the...

oh, my god, it's started again, I only wanted a jog, a simple run in the woods, an hour on my own with my own physical actions, a regulated hour of jogging, a run but no, I had to start jog-dreaming again. I got FOUR, count them, one two three four major theme ideas this afternoon, and I hadn't even been doing any work on the DDA novels, not for the last few weeks or more. I haven't even thought about narrative content, character, concepts or anything... then whammo. As soon as I was out in the countryside, on my jog, there it was, idea after idea, and I couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop the flow. I had done nothing that would warrant or demand such narrative influx. I'm the victim in all this, as it were... But there it was, unbidden. Idea after idea. It's like I could feel the separate world-scenes unfolding with each laboured footstep. It's like the Dream Detective Universe was unfurling to reveal its magnanimous mystery at no cost to the haples...