Some ideas flash past our consciousness, and others stick there for eternity. Sometimes that fleeting thought of a story, or inspiration for a character, transforms from a momentary spark into a long lasting fire.
I fed that fire reams of disjointed thoughts, frenzied sketches and intuitive observations. And what I see rising is not smoke but story, not ash but character, not destruction but creation.
These ideas are everlasting, and eternally inside of me. My only resolution to this internal fire is not to clench it tighter but to set it free, to let it Phoenix into a story and share my vision with the world.