"You discover you have wings when you open a book."
I'm not sure who
penned those impressive words, but they're found on posts, blogs, and posters in libraries and
So, as someone who writes these books, who do I feel? The same? Oh, no, even better still:
"If YOU have wings when you open a book, can you imagine how an author feels? She
carefully creates people then disposes of them at a whim, sets up
scenarios where her characters are challenged, letting them succeed or
fail, suffer indignities or revel in uninhibited bliss. Time travel is no hindrance, age reversal a few keystrokes away. Each trial or passion to endure or suffer occurs according to HER direction
Ah, when I write, I feel as if I have wings that
never tire, territories I can cover without restrictions of time,
range, or fatigue. I'm immune to harsh criticism because these are MY friends and
family; I have only exposed as much of them as I desire to the world. They are untouchable, unalterable, by others. I am satisfied with myself because I made the effort to bring forth my world and its people, ignoring those despicable
words, 'You can't do that!'"
below: Basye's Purple, a tough, hardy, and unusually colored rose