Something to Consider

I read quite a bit; I guess it’s what any decent author does.  Anyway, I often wonder at the detail and the imaginative twists that they come up with.  I wonder at how they came up with these things, but I find that in my work on The Novel that things often write themselves.  It’s like some subconscious force is writing at least half the story and that in turn makes me wonder this… How much of the best works out there were just words pouring from the writers’ fingers without any real direction?  How much of the great works are merely the arcane ramblings from the netherworld of the subconscious mind?  How much of our fiction is even more fictitious than we think?

 

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