Aug 27, 2007 15:18
...someone once asked me why it is I write. He asked if it was because I wanted to make money, or something like that. I replied that I hope that one day I could make people feel... When he asked me what I meant, or what I wanted people to feel I paused and replied that I didn't know...just that there had to be a feeling that I wanted people to feel.
Of course, it turns out that feeling that I want people who read my work to feel...is rather similar to what I feel when I look at her.
And to me, that is as clear as it needs to be.
painting with words and other nancy crap,
telegraph road-ed,
putting the tent in pretentious,
the actual master of fantasy,
on the moor