deviantgene

Writing, I reckon, is much like walking….exploring circutous routes around your own psyche…curious about what you may find around the next bend…its just about putting one word after the other and before you know it…you are conjuring up whole universes…

I feel sometimes, that whatever we write about exists somewhere.. on some plane of existence..the charachetrs we make are really really living…

What if one day you meet someone from your stories..would you be able to look them in the eye…to tell them that you have done their charachter justice..that you have made them all you could..

I suppose that is how god would feel if one of US ever confronted him

Am currently reading neverwhere by Niel Gaiman ….Thought i would laze out and post a few of HIS quotes for a change..

“He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.”

“Dear Diary.

On Friday I had a job, a fiancee, and a life that made sense. (Well, as much as any life makes sense.) Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement, and I tried to be a Good Samaritan. Now I’ve got no fiancee, no home, no job, and I’m walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruitfly”