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I believe the process of creating opens doors to other worlds inside us, regardless of our medium of expression.
I usually have dim images of what might be on the other side of a particular door as I begin work-- but then when I'm halfway through, I find myself somewhere completely unexpected.
The logical part of me wonders how it's possible to be surprised by something that I set out so deliberately to create-- shouldn't I know all the little back streets and cafes by heart before I begin?
But I don't. Ever.
One of the chief reasons I write stories is to find out how they end-- to learn all the little wrinkles and switchbacks that I don't know about when I imagine them first.
How about you?
curious