The first draft of Owle... in Winter; I wrote by hand while down
with a flu for a week in Montreal. On yellow pads, blue ball point
pencil and crayons.
I hover above the scenes, I see through Owle's eyes; I absorb his thoughts,
I know his feelings. I respect him.
Bear is imaginative innocent goodness; he makes me smile.
I know each well but I lost focus here and there. Perhaps I
should have taken a break and refreshed? I was a young writer
excited by writing such an adventure.
So all these years some words remained flat. But.
i picked it up a month ago and began replacing the
'temporary placeholder' words with the 'real' ones.
I think it will be a 'Revised Version' 45 years later the 2nd Draft
will be posted. Probably next week.
I wanted you to know so if you wish
to see the old along the new you could download
the current version now.
Word lovers may share the pleasure in the changes.
It will be here soon.
Oh me oh boy de dum." hums Bear.