When I write, I go to live inside the book. By which I mean, mentally I can experience everything I’m writing about. I can see it, hear its sounds, feel its heat or rain. The characters become better known to me than the closest family or friends. This makes the writing-down part very simple most of the time. I only need to describe what’s already there in front of me. That said, it won’t be a surprise if I add that the imagined worlds quickly become entangled with the so-called reality of this one.
Since I write almost every day, and I think (and dream) constantly about my work, it occurs to me I must spend more time in all these places than here.
Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.
Tanith LeeTags: feminism archetypes
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine
Tanith LeeTags: descriptive-prose
The Vazdru do not weep."
"Who weeps? Not I."
"Every word spoken was a tear.
What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.
Tanith LeeTags: love immortality
The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that it cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.
Tanith LeeAzhrarn the Beautiful," said Chuz lovingly, "it is your beautiful madness I have come to see.
Tanith LeeAzhrarn, Lord of Terrors, terrified.
Tanith LeeWe all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.
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It's lovely. I hate it.
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