Writing, I reckon, is much like walking....exploring circutous routes around your own psyche...curious about what you may find around the next bend...its just about putting one word after the other and before you know it...you are conjuring up whole universes...

I feel sometimes, that whatever we write about exists somewhere.. on some plane of existence..the charachetrs we make are really really living...

What if one day you meet someone from your stories..would you be able to look them in the eye...to tell them that you have done their charachter justice..that you have made them all you could..

I suppose that is how god would feel if one of US ever confronted him