A universe to a galaxy to a solar system to a planet to a hemisphere to a continent to a country to a province to a city to a neighborhood to a house to a floor to a room to a single soul.  That's it-that's everything.
People read novels, knowing that they come from this vast universe which is so unknown to all. Some take place on different planets, in different solar systems, galaxies or universes. But all share a common thread: they are the stories in someone's head put into words.
I write because of the pounding of characters and worlds in my head. I've been writing most of my life because of this reason.
Reading is an escape.
Writing is creating that escape for people who need it.
Reading is for the restless souls who tire of reality.
Writing is to give those souls ways to dissolve into a plot far away from their lives-though there may be similarities.
I am a restless soul who needs to escape this boring life. So, I craft them for myself. And I craft them for the people like me.
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