Sonara holds a special place in my heart, and yes, you will find it in many of my works. The name speaks to me, gives me solace and makes me dream of red rock and desert sand. I don't know what it is that drives this connection I have to the desert, but it's always been a part of me. I don't live in one, per say, but I just sense that whenever I go there I am at peace. Like the old sailor who never dies - he just returns to the ocean that gave him life.

As far as inspiration for my works is concerned, in all honesty I can't place it. There's something out there that drives it, for sure, but I am at a loss as to where it comes from. I would almost label it as randomness, as when I write it just flows. Dark and dreary for the most part. I don't plan much, and I don't envision a whole lot, it just comes out when I start typing. My wife tells me that my old style is like Charles Dickens, as if I was being paid by the word, but I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.

I dunno, maybe that makes sense to someone.

Oh, and as for the composition, yes I agree that they are a rather hasty whipping up. A lot of what I am posting right now is old-old-old and represents my first attempts at writing. I'd edit them to what I now view as proper, but that would be like re-writing your diary to how you now remember things happening. It may not be up to standards now, but it's a history book of where you came from. Rubbish and junk - my fading adolescence.

*Edit* - I take that back, about not knowing where the inspiration comes from. It's Music! Whenever I was writing back then, it was all based around the thought of dramatic piano, violins, Spanish guitars, and the like. Not necessarily music that is already out there, but I would just envision the scene with the music within, the notes actually telling the story, not the dialog. Wow, I just had a revelation! That was the problem back then! I was telling the story around the music, though no one else could hear it but me! Oh, the Shenanigans!