1902 Ella lay in the bed and felt the quiet beginnings of pain, a purring warning which would presently intensify until it became next to unbearable. Don’t tense, she told herself, let the pain wash over you, until it gradually ebbs, and then the child will be born before you know it. This would be […]
I love the ability to let my mind explore whatever it wants. When you write it down, it has to be informed and make sense. But if you have an imagination, you can go everywhere. I love that–the inception–having a germ of an idea and building upon it. You can do whatever you want with it. Many writers would say you can play God.