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I think most writers can credit their creative abilities to their
inner-child, and their sense of removing themselves from the
confines of reality and its rigidity. Especially fantasy writers.
Because what we come up with, what we put down on the page is
exactly what we wanted to see or imagined as kids. Man, I always had
dreams about moving statues. I’ll always remember a nightmare that
haunted me for years about a curfew-keeping statue that hunted
truant children on my block. Still gives me chills. When I wrote The
Man with the Stone, I used aspects of that dream to promote the
chilling reality of a humanistic statue blurring the boundaries
between the real and unreal. And it just made me smile, because I
could see it, the same way a child can picture the face of the
boogeyman just by its name’s very mentioning. Because everything I
wrote down was happening simultaneously in my head. My story became
the harbinger of dreams. What I wrote that night was what I dreamed
about after. It was like watching the dailies during movie
production, and it was so unbelievable…so undeniably refreshing.
Here I was creating something with real grounding. So real that the
words had certain movements and pictures attached to them. It was
the sensation you get while reading a really good book. |
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