Latin and Such

How to be a Superstar (and write as well)

I’ve got to get a hold on my dreams.

Each morning I wake up, sure that whatever just went firing through the grey matter was a sublime pinnacle of originality, honesty and veracity.

But I never remember a thing. Except that it was perfect.

Once Upon a Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered

It was weird, for sure. But mostly I was curious, because nothing like that had ever happened to me, specifically.