Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know.

We have hopes and make plans, and if they are dashed or waylaid, we naturally rationalize and redraw the map to locate ourselves anew. Or else we brood and too firmly root. Very few can step forward again and again in what amounts to veritable leaps into the void, where there are no ready holds, where little is familiar, where you get constantly stuck in the thickets of your uncertainties and fears.

All of my books really do look at that to degrees of difference. Technically, I do enjoy the flashback! But not just for informational material.

For at some point, each of us will be asked to embody what we feel and know.

I don't think that stuff is gone - I just don't want to dwell on it. There's a difference. As I said, I think we all have tendencies as writers, and I think we all have experience that we bring as readers to each project.

I think that's great - I just try not to be one of those people. I find the more I think about it, the less free I feel when I write and when I work.

For if there is ever a moment when we are most vulnerable, it’s when we’re closest to the idea of the attained desire, and thus farthest from ourselves, which is when we’ll tread through any flame.