A Writer’s Whimsical Wandering to the Written Word A writer’s winding way to the blank page is seldom a simple sojourn. For a storyteller such as me, it’s akin to an accidental adventure, alighting after Alice, headlong into the heart of Wonderland’s whimsy. In the silhouette of shadows and shimmers, let me share a secret: it wasn’t the white rabbit, watch in tow, that whispered words of wonder into my waking world. It was a silent film siren with sultry eyes, a symbol of lithe lissomeness, and a signature bob that beckoned. Louise Brooks, the luminary of Lulu in Hollywood, lifted the lid of the literary lantern that lit my…