When I started this, I was sitting quietly in my private room--my man cave, if you will. I was thinking about my life event that brought me to this place in my life. I had just finished the last of my chemo preventive treatments for lymphoma. Two years of it. Before that, a year of chemo and radiation. That was a huge part of my life. My thoughts led me to write down a story or memoir of my experiences that happened in the military and what I thought I contracted the cancer from. I did this as therapy for my mind and soul. Life was starting to become unbearable, and I needed to vent. As I began to write, I drifted into a fantasy world. I've always been fascinated with comic books and imagining worlds. I always wanted to discover new characters, something different. But what? It's like the old saying "Nothing new under the sun." Speed, strength, flight, etc. While I was writing about myself, the strangest thing started happening: it was like my mind exploded with imaginary thoughts! I felt like I was being pulled into an imaginary world. I was so lost I couldn't keep up with my thoughts! I had to stop for a moment; whoa, whoa! This is too much to compute! The words started to scramble like they all wanted to be next. I told myself, "One word at a time." I'm getting confused! I was pulled into a strange place that kept recurring where I left off from my last thought. The characters I created were different from the usual and any similarities and their own distinct ways of taking action. I've enjoyed these stories and hope you do as well as those I shared them with. I'm working on new stories as I speak. Maybe create new characters. Who knows? The mind is a complicated thing. 70 70