"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 
bookstores worldwide. 
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!'" 
Dani Haviland
below: Basye's Purple, a tough, hardy, and unusually colored rose
 

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