Growing up I loved the book THE SECRET GARDEN. I loved the idea of finding a secret world. Somewhere to go to be by myself, to do things my way. Something I didn't have to share. It was one of those books I read over and over. Living the magic each time.
I find writing is a bit like looking for a secret garden. I'm circling a story, looking for a way in. When I finally find it, the story is neglected, pathetic, it takes a lot of time and work to shape it into something beautiful. Something others might want to share.
Sometimes I never find the way in, sometimes I can't make it into what I want, but sometimes, the magic happens and I find a beautiful story.