Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.
He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.
Misdirection is one of my strengths.
It's helpful for me to get ideas - the physical action of painting. Sometimes it frees up your writer brain. It's nice for me now that the writing has become a serious career that painting can become more like a hobby.
Is magic not enough to live for?
I think that's a hallmark of a really good story that it has readers that it speaks to more than others.