That's the essential goal of the writer: you slice out a piece of youself and slap it down on the desk in front of you. You try to put it on paper, try to descirbe it in a way that the reader can see and feel and touch. You paste all your nerve endings into it and then give it out to strangers who don't know you or understand you. And you will feel everything that happens to that sotory - if they like it, if they hate it. Because no matter how you try to distance yourself from it, to some degree you feel that if they hate it, they hate you.
Which isn't the truth, you understand. At least you understand that in your head ... but not always in your heart.
~Stephen Leigh ~