Why Daydreams? Why the Prairie?

 All my life I've been a wanderer of one sort or another.  I have lived in and traveled to many different places.  I wander from book to book, often times mid book, even mid sentence.  My writing tends to reflect that wandering as well.  The longer a work, the more crucial the need to reign in the loose words that have escaped and stampeded off on a totally irrelevant tangent. And find the ones that have slipped out of their proper places and are staring around in a daze.

My thoughts wander about from idea to idea, place to place, daydream to daydream.  So much of my poetry, my creative writing lives first in these daydreams.  Words, thoughts, characters, scenes, imagery all plays out in fantastical scenes.  Some, much of it, dies horrible and painful deaths and we will NEVER speak of it again.  Some sneaks out and probably should have been smacked around and hidden away.  But some I truly love and set free.  Whether others enjoy it too, I don't know, but it has wings.

Why the Prairie?  I have lived in some of the most beautiful places in the world.  I have loved all of them.  But there is something truly different about the prairie.  Not only does it have its own wild beauty, but there is a feeling of both being free and yet connected with the past.  It is a place of chaos: fire keeps the prairie alive, tornadoes are terrifying and majestic, and you will never see a thunderstorm like one on the prairie.  But the peace that comes in between the chaos becomes a part of your soul.  For someone like me. a true daydream believer, the Prairie is a stormy fairy door to the past, to legend, to a legacy of words.