Books and sleeping and all things nice

"Fear of Falling" is the title of the novel that I am currently working on. It's a bundle of fantasy (tastic), ponderings and people who have never and probably will never exist. Which is quite sad because as I make them up I really do like them. So far many things have happened both good and bad and there is no end in the immediate sight. I could plunge straight into the middle and post my most recent chapters or sentences or paragraphs but if we didn't read books from the very beginning then there wouldn't be a first page. Chapter one would be chapter ten and more confusing topsy turvy things of that sort. It really does bring you right back to the question of what is a book and why do we read them the way we do.

It's questions like this, the huge ones that have no real answers, only more questions, that start stories and legends and myths. The hypothetical answers that a writer shares with the world, that are created in the fictional movies playing in the back of the mind.

Why do we FALL asleep? Is there a distinctive sinking feeling when we close our eyes? So why don't we sink asleep? Or some other more appropriate word? Falling has always seemed such a negative word associated with the pain of landing (especially if it's from an incredible height on a depressingly windy day). Now I'm not suggesting that I know a better word for it. If I did then I would be ranting in this space and trying to make everyone aware of how more appropriate my choice of word is as opposed to the one that has been used in the English language for a very long time.

So yes, I have started to write a book about falling asleep and my confusion at the use of the word falling. This is where I am going to post my work as I go along together with any other pieces of things that are dandy enough for me to want to share.

What fun we will have.