When I put pen to paper... (wrote this earlier today)
Sometimes, when my mind is awake, as it is right now, I feel particularly inspired. I have visions of colour and beauty, aching sadness and whirling adventure. Civilisations rise and fall in seconds before my eyes, in glorious detail. Just as John Nash saw patterns and beauty in numbers, I see at once the thousand words that make every picture. It is then that one thing speaks to me as Truth: in my heart, I am a writer.
As the feeling subsides, I go to commit my visions to paper, but as I pick up my pen I wonder how so simple and prosaic an object can capture the universe inside my head. This, truly, is magic.
As the feeling subsides, I go to commit my visions to paper, but as I pick up my pen I wonder how so simple and prosaic an object can capture the universe inside my head. This, truly, is magic.