I love it when a story takes hold of me and pours itself out through my fingers. I sometimes just sit back in awe at the page and the words. There are phrases that come out that amaze me and make me sure that I am not reading something I had just written. The words seem so elegant, so perfect and so unlike my plodding text that I have no idea what to think. My Muse sometimes makes magic through me I believe...

I have only had a few stories do that and the ones that have still stun me to the core. Momento Mori is one and La Faccia de Maestro is another. It is almost as if someone else is writing the stories through me, like I am a passenger in my own creation. It is a very humbling event that puts a lot of things into perspective.