I'm grateful for your kind words. As I wrote the story I saw the scene before my eyes (in my head). I'm glad that you had a sense of what I saw.
Thank you very much for your support.
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I'm grateful for your kind words. As I wrote the story I saw the scene before my eyes (in my head). I'm glad that you had a sense of what I saw.
Thank you very much for your support.
That's a wonderful feeling, when you seem to be painting something that exists, vs. making up the story in your head.
I recently listened to two people who do improvisation describing this phenomenon. They walk onto a stage in front of an audience with no script, having no idea where their performance will take them. Soon one of them says something, then the other, and a story begins to take shape. Dimensions and characters and sub-plots emerge. They don't really even understand the phenomenon, but the two improvs agree on one thing: they are not making it up. They are simply relaying a story that is real and that exists in some dimension. So bizarre! But it did remind me of that feeling I get sometimes when writing fiction - that I'm recording something that needs to be told, not making it up.