Wednesday, March 12, 2014
A dreamy state to imagine in . . .
But here in the pale light of dusk or dawn the story sorts itself out, revealing the solution to the questions that keep filling my mind while I write their lives, destroy their hopes, and build them back up again, Torture, balm, love, and angst - over and over until the reader shouts enough, but doesn't really mean it. It's never enough when the story is this good and all there is to do is stay in the story, live there, and hope the book goes on ...and on.