Banging keys to the cool tones of Josh Rouse, another late night up working, typing a world into existence. Word by word the characters come to life and then somewhere on page 60 they start to walk their own path, surprising me with their willfulness, hey bitches I control you! They only scoff at my arrogance. I don't control shit, I'm a mere reporter now.
Yup, the boat is in the water and now all I can do is flow on and hope not to run it aground with my silly ideas.
Yup, the boat is in the water and now all I can do is flow on and hope not to run it aground with my silly ideas.
pihka:
Oh thank you! 