Today I learnt that writing creates a flawlessly beautiful mirage out of the real world. We begin everything as ideally crafted as we could. We write fantasies and then let it be trampled in the real world. After some trial and tribulations, we crawl painfully back to the drawing table and start editing our next step. Subsequently, we push our draft out trying to prove that fantasies can actually exist if we try. Torn and tattered again, we came back with tears to our drawing table and start furiously rewriting our story to what the world wants.
