On Writing: When Something Just Feels...Right.

I can't really explain it, and I won't make a huge effort to try either because I think laying it out perfectly in words would take the magic out of it, but sometime when you write something, it just feels...right. Something you saw so perfectly in your head, down to every wrinkle in a shirt and every enunciation of a syllable, is suddenly there, on paper (document, whatever). Suddenly, it's real. 

It would almost seem to defy the laws of physics. Taking something that only existed in your mind - ingenuity, divine inspiration, call it what you will - and putting it down in words. The creation of something out of nothing. 

Words are tangible, at least to me. They're malleable as clay in the hands of a competent writer, but can strike harder than steel or whisper through your head as soft as you please. Words, with all of their infinite complexities and combinations, are just as alive in their own way as you or I. Surely you have read something where you feel like the book is literally speaking to you. That's because it is. The writer, through his characters, is speaking to you indirectly. 

Words are empathic. 

Books are like old friends. 

A complete stranger can speak to you through a book because you connect with them through words that have deeper meanings when two people have shared the same experiences.

And when you write something perfectly, that's magic.