Writing is...

Slowly breathing, listening to the music that constantly flows from the overheated laptop, my pen starts to dance across the blank piece of paper as idea after idea begin fighting their way out of my mind and into text. This transformation, however, does not come easily. Some ideas, like vicious monsters, attack my head as they want nothing more but to be seen, to be read. Too many of these come and scar my brain, leaving horror/romance/adventure novels full of insane twists that ruin the story. But over time I have taught myself how to tame these wild beasts into domestic kittens, only to be awakened as the readers eyes flow swiftly across the lines of text, pulling them deeper into the novel so that their whole being is absorbed, until they can do nothing until they find out what happens to the protagonist in the end. In the final epic sentence where all their hopes and fears are finally accomplished. Leaving them with every cell of their body being satisfied. As if they had just eaten a grand feast prepared for The Highest King, ruler over all the land. And are now being placed in the master bedroom to rest their tired bodies. When they awake, they remember the night before, when they were the main character, feeling everything the main character felt. And they breathe deeply, letting their minds swim in the wonderment that comes only after reading a great novel. Being the great master mind behind these ingenious plots is what I love to do.