Of the world of books, I mean.
It's an ethereal feeling to slip into a world weaved in the over-active mind of a writer, completely immerse in that realm for hours together, mesmerized by a story and be one with whatever the characters are playing out that personal drama just for you and you alone and....and....and.... just when you are all wired up and trying to desperately know what happens in the next few lines - one loud, big snap. You have been woken up from your trance and slowly realize that someone is yelling or shouting at you. You have been forced to slip out, into the real, aka boring world.
Reason? Maybe lunch's ready or there's yet another mindless chore. Whatever. Point is, you have been rudely interrupted and suspended momentarily in time. But, chill. You can and will always go back as soon at the earliest. And, prepare to embark that special journey all over again.
So tell me, are you getting ready to slip in ?
It's an ethereal feeling to slip into a world weaved in the over-active mind of a writer, completely immerse in that realm for hours together, mesmerized by a story and be one with whatever the characters are playing out that personal drama just for you and you alone and....and....and.... just when you are all wired up and trying to desperately know what happens in the next few lines - one loud, big snap. You have been woken up from your trance and slowly realize that someone is yelling or shouting at you. You have been forced to slip out, into the real, aka boring world.
Reason? Maybe lunch's ready or there's yet another mindless chore. Whatever. Point is, you have been rudely interrupted and suspended momentarily in time. But, chill. You can and will always go back as soon at the earliest. And, prepare to embark that special journey all over again.
So tell me, are you getting ready to slip in ?