Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee. . . Daimons. . . Coffee. . . Daimons. . .
When the writing is really working, I think there is something like dreaming going on. I don't know how to draw the line between the conscious management of what you're doing and this state. . . . I would say that it's related to daydreaming. When I feel really engaged with a passage, I become so lost in it that I'm unaware of my real surroundings, totally involved in the pictures and sounds that that passage evokes.