Excerpt from
“The Prologue: The End of The Beginning”
Excerpt from
“Wherein I Am Trialed and Errored”
So back when I was pounding the pavements in NYC a thousand years ago, I was in a place of deep grey, yawning despair, when I had a numinous flash of a dream:
I see red-headed woman (I wasn’t a red head then!) in billowing, white poet-sleeves, a flowing scarlet velvet cape and a purple Musketeers-type hat with a big white plume… She’s on a mighty, gleaming chestnut horse, galloping up a wide dirt road – and she disappears under a cathedral ceiling of the most magnificent gigantic trees! The colors are indescribably luminous, like a Maxfield Parrish painting on steroids – so saturated, so alive, simply breathtaking!
That flash-dream was a light-seed that not only saved my soul, but tattooed itself onto my psyche. As a few further flash-dreams sprinkled my sleeping world, I became smitten with and eventually haunted by the desire to bring that glorious world into this one.
Thirty years later, “The Return of King Lillian” is now a full grown Tree, and I can exhale. I always say, “I don’t do things, I grow things.”
Though not intended for young children, King Lillian is most certainly intended for the young at heart. My fondest hope is that it enchants the eternal child who lives at the heart of a world weary grownup.
If I have only one magnum opus in my lifetime, it is, without question, King Lillian. It’s been a soul imperative, that’s for sure, and has been quite the journey, indeed.
Two oft-asked questions answered:
So, why the ‘King‘ thing?
Is ‘King Lillian’ a children’s book?