Like most aspiring writers, you probably didn’t think at a certain age, like five-years-old, that you wanted to take your imaginary places in your mind to pen and paper. These were your secret longings; these fantasy images, stories, and playmates that lived in your imagination.
These things, when you are five-years-old, are real. They lived, they breathed. The magical Jinn of your imagination tells you of adventures that once taken through the woods, down a secret path, will lead you to hidden wonders like dragons and princesses in towering castles.
The Jinn will warn you of witches and golems that walk at night to take you far away, never to return, if you get lost in the forest, down that darkened path. Now, at last, you finally take that path, the writer’s journey to the hidden wonders you still seek.