пятница, 4 октября 2013 г.


Every time a story gives its first cry of life in my mind, I take my notebook and gently put the newborn on a blank page. It fits right in, because it's still so small, a mere idea. I take a step back, stare at it, my head throbbing with one and only question: "Who the hell are you, people?"

Then the story starts to talk, and I start writing.

1 комментарий:

  1. If my idea is big enough, I start typing, but I've had an increasing number of incomplete ideas lately, so I started my idea diary. One of my more recent projects that started as a dream definitely had the "who the hell are you?" element, and it turned out that the main setting actually needed a personality too...