No outline, no emotion, just a fleeting picture
The stories are their own. I am only responsible for describing a world.
The author doesn't know why he picked up the pen to describe such a story. Is it for that picture? I don't know, maybe.
But when I really picked up the pen, he, or she, urged the author to write it down. I must write it down. I want to describe this fleeting picture, no matter how many words I pile up.
Intention: Stop and think more