History has shown us all too often the consequences of dreaming poorly or not at all.

You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.

I see music as an aid. It overcomes my internal editor, especially when the music evokes the character or the mood I'm trying to build.

The music I listen to while writing is really scene-specific. It's just a great motivator, a way to put myself in the mood.

What occurs after revelation and paralysis?

That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.

Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.