Reality Dreams was my first book. I started writing it in 1971. It took me three years to complete.
I thought it was a brilliant new kind of book – totally revolutionary – a feast of prose, poetry, cartoons, philosophy, social concern, spirituality and observation. It had some great pieces of writing.
However the publishers did not see it quite the same. They thought my psychedelic masterpiece was a chaotic wreck.
They were probably right. It was a creature of its time – a beast of a sixties book.
Well I’ve rewritten it a couple of times and, with the objectivity of distance, I can see the substantial flaws.
However, I did not allow that to stunt my enthusiasm. I have upgraded the writing (can’t do anything about the structure) and tidied it up. It is now a nostalgic trip into the psychedelic dungeons of my 1960s cerebral folds.
My nostalgic trip will now – after forty five years of gestation – finally taste the bite of ink.
Well at least I’m looking forward to it!
Oh wow that sounds amazing! I’m looking forward to it too!!
I’m just sorting the process Pooj. It should be out later in the week.
Ooh I can’t wait! That’s two books I’ll be reading over Thanksgiving!
Hope you like them Pooj. Look after them well. They are my babies.
Haha I’ll take very good care of your babies!
They are alright – they can stay up late!
Nope they need to be in bed by 9!
OK but reading in bed is allowed.