There’s this rush that comes with writing, one that comes when you least expect it. You’ll be struggling through a section, and everything you write sounds cheesy and unrealistic. Then, suddenly, you begin to see what you’re writing, see the characters and feel the emotion that they do, and it becomes kind of magical. You feel like they’re real, even if their zombies or Tralfamadorians or fairies from another dimension. And it feels you with this euphoria that really can’t be matched.
When I write, I have a playlist for each book, depending on the mood. And every now and then, there is a truly sublime moment where a particular song is so insanely suited for the scene I am writing that I have to stop a moment to catch my breath. It’s a beautiful thing.
