All of us marvel at the imagination of writers or anyone who has the ability to create something. Story-telling is an art that involves beckoning unknown and unformed characters from the dark recesses of our mind, giving them shape and making them real, at least in words.
Is the stage before writing just as fulfilling though? Broken hearts, unsaid feelings, unexpressed emotions and the many demons that keep us awake at night exist for us but are a ‘figment of our imagination’ for others. Isn’t writing the therapy we use for ourselves to deal with them and move on?