I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.
The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.
Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.
Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.
The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.
I think I get some of my love of adult books that can be fun from Douglas Adams.