Friday, July 24, 2015
Don't visit me when I'm in Fiji
open, my feet propped up on a kitchen chair and my fingers typing on my laptop. I looked up at her in a daze. I didn't really comprehend what she said because, you see, I was in Fiji. When I write, and maybe many other writers feel this way, I am immersed in the story to a point where I'm not really present in this world. My eyes are observing what is happening in the story or what dialogue is taking place. I'm all in and recording on my computer everything I see.