It was on a rainy September day in 2009 when we first thought “Fortunate Dreams” should be the name to characterize our stories. Talkative Piglet wasn’t born yet, and we didn’t know then he would be a fortunate dreamer seeing his boldest dream come true. We didn’t even know we were on our way to this stubborn but blessed dreamer who would teach us to be optimistic.
Indeed, that is what characters born to live in your mind do with you.
They become your teacher. They won’t do as you like. They won’t do as your publishers say. Sometimes they even won’t do as your audience wants. They make you lonely.
Then, they take you where you may find new friends.
Like Goethe, who wrote:
“They won’t hear these songs I sing, those whom I sang my primal songs.”
Goethe is a secret friend of mine. Not that you hear a lot of Goethe in the streets of Berlin.
Talkative Piglet is a very independent little guy for whom the world is a place to grow. He won’t care if anybody is watching.
But then, I do care. I hope my dreams are fortunate and make their ways to those who will enjoy them.