Write, write, and write some more. Think of writing as a muscle that needs lots of exercise.
Aren't hidden doors the most alluring? The old stories point that out surely. Even the greatest heroes and heroines fall under the spell of a locked door.
How often is the passing of one storm only a prelude to another.
Fish are not the best authority on water.
Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish.
The magical story is not a microscope but a mirror, not a drop of water but a well. It is not simply one thing or two, but a multitude. It is at once both lucid and opaque, it accepts both dark and light, speaks to youth and old age.