This morning, I worked on a piece by reading it aloud. As you may know by now, this is one of my favorite ways to edit, especially when I’m putting on the final touches. Inflection, everything. Mood, everything.
As I read and read, especially a line about spells, it felt like I was casting one myself. Think about it. You read and read. Sometimes you stop and tweak because the end result is not right? Toad? Diamond? Gibberish becomes sense or clarity, murkiness.
You read again and again because you are trying to accomplish something. Transform one thing into something else. Incompleteness to completeness.
Creation. Writing is magic.