When I read, I form pictures in my mind. That is, after all, the point of the written word, yes? To create a film in the mind's eye using your characters, your setting, your pace - with their script. Using one's delicious imagination, you become a movie director.
But what about those times when the picture you had all that time turns out to be (even slightly) incorrect? Unfortunately, I have had this experience myself, not too long ago.
It is utterly disappointing (to me).
I feel as if I've betrayed the author - but is it not the author that has betrayed me, by not painting a picture I could translate?
It's all in the detail.
I fear I may be slipping away. Getting lost to things that are of no importance. I will try to read (everything) with clearer understanding.
Adieu.
(excerpt from my book.)
Jesamania.
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