In January 2011 I began having dreams in that twilight time just before you fall deeply asleep. The dreams were much like any dream but I was half-awake, too. I knew I was dreaming. They were strange dreams, very vivid and sensuous with lots of detail. They started out about a boy of thirteen, small for his age, who was lost and alone in New York City. It was a sad story but it didn't last long and by the next morning I half-forgot about it.
But the dreams persisted. For weeks, every time I closed my eyes at night, the boy was there waiting for me, eager to tell his story. He was not going to leave me and so I finally began writing about him. Of everything I have ever written in my life his story was the most persistent, immediate and demanding thing I ever wrote. It took me two weeks to write 12,000 words. I named him Arthur - I felt that was right - and I published his story through Kindle's Digital Text Platform as a novelette. It sells for 99 cents and in a little over a year it has been downloaded over a thousand times and has gathered some 5-star reviews.
I don't know where Arthur came from but I feel blessed that he came to me. Arthur's Story: A Love Story is, in my opinion, one of the best things I ever wrote.