"I look forward to seeing you in my neck of the worlds..." - A.K. Schreck

D.R.E.A.M.S. (A poem by AK Schreck)

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Art by: pavlusa

D.R.E.A.M.S.

D.eliciously colorful and full of energy, they engulf mysoul, forcing me to crave the beauty and light that is dulled when I am awake.

R.unning faster and faster, I try to escape what chases me, withevery attempt to bring me back to the 3-dimensional world.

E.very chance I get, I return to these enigmatic worlds ofwonder; enticed, excited, energetic, enchanted.

A.fter I return, my mind whirls around what I have learnedand how I can use it to help me in my current state.

M.oments come and go, as if they were as real as any life weare living now.

S.andman awaits… I close my eyes… Bring me a dream, Mister.It is time.

- A.K. Schreck -

Feb 2012

2/5/12 Method Writing

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Methodwriting…

Like method acting, method writing can be a unique way to get yourself deeplyenthralled in your story. I don't know if method writing is even a word/phrase,but it is the best way for me to give a short description of what I'm trying tosay.

Before every story, I meet up with my characters and have a "kind of"get together, of sorts, to see how they interact. Based on that, I decide whowill be included in the story and who will be put on the back burner untilanother story comes my way. Each character is different and has a use, butsometimes their use is limited to one specific story line and not another.

I meet my characters in real life, dreams, movies, other dimensions,television, malls, restaurants, get-togethers, conventions, and many otherways.

Sometimes I even get my friends together and role play, as a particularcharacter, to see what comes about. It can be a lot of fun and add a uniquedepth to a character's personality. They even do things that you would neverexpect them to do, which is an added element of fun.

With that in mind, if you ever come across me and I happen to be acting a bitstrange, or not quite like myself, I'm most likely in character. Be forewarned,I rarely break character, while method writing. But I can assure you that Iwill NEVER harm anyone or myself, even while in some of my darkerpersonalities. So you are safe with me. My soul is too pure and full of lovefor that. As crazy as I may be, I am not some schizoid with a major multiplepersonality disorder --- Notice I said major ;)

1/20/12 Welcome Home

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It’s been awhile since I’ve been to NOMOS. I guess my illness has taken a toll on me. But whenI returned, it was as if I had never left.

While lyingin my hospital bed I was able to hear the deep sound of rolling rubber wheels,from the nurse’s cart, outside of my room. The muffled infomercial from anotherpatient’s television was just loud enough to sneak through my closed door andkeep me awake. I was so tired. All I could think about was going to sleep. Itried to think of sheep… no luck. Then I remembered my old friends; the friendsthat have carried me through my entire life and given me advice and knowledgethat few would ever know. I needed to reach out to them. I needed to go back toNOMOS.

I quieted mymind and let the outside sounds drift into the darkness, far from my grasp. Mybody started to feel a bit numb and tingly when suddenly a loud *POP* hadjolted me awake. But when I awoke, the hospital was no longer there. What stoodbefore me was a tall, handsome man with a broken red balloon in his hand.

“Welcomehome, Miss Annie” He smirked, knowing that he startled me with his deliberatepopping of the balloon.

I call him “Mister”We have been in many dreams together and he seems to always be that staple, whobrings me into what I need to know. I used to call him Jon, but for some reasonhe kept insisting his name was Mister. So Mister it is. “Mister Sandman” hewould joke.

We flew tomany different areas of my subconscious and conscious mind. We went over thefacts and misguided views of the many things that have been happening. Thelatest, most important info he gave me was that I didn’t need to be afraidanymore. I really didn’t. He showed me the way life is and how it will be and, forthe first time, I actually “Got it” After a nice reunion and some valuableinformation he told me to come back and write about it. He told me to writeabout how I met them, where I met them, how others could meet them, and anyfuture meetings. Then, with another one of his cliché’s, he kissed me and sentme on my way.

When Iawoke, I could see the sunrise peering from the hospital blinds. It had onlybeen a few hours, but it seemed like I was fully rested. I knew it was time forme to break out my computer and begin to write again. For so long I had let mymuse fall to the wayside. But now, Mister was back.

I beginwriting again with this blog. Following my blog, I will finally continue tocomplete the chapters of my novel “Bring Me a Dream” Most of my manuscript iscomplete. I just need to tweak and finish it up. It was put on hold, due to along illness and life getting in the way; but no longer.

Pleasefollow my blog to see how things unravel and how I sort out my writing, as ithappens. I will also post how my characters from “Bring Me a Dream” interactwith each other in the… “real” or “not so real” world.

I also welcomeany comments, questions, or requests.

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