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The Transition

I’m writing this blog for the numerous requests I have received as of late from both friends and fans. I’m often asked the same question more or less just in different variations. “How do you come up with what you write?” While a very simple question that I’d love to smirk and reply “It just comes naturally to me,” it tends to be a bit more complicated than that.

In order for me to create, certain conditions must be met and catered or else I just find myself staring at my monitor. First and most important is my setting. Ambience plays a major theme in whether or not I and able to “transcend” over into the world I’m writing in. Confused yet? Allow me to elaborate further. Dim lighting and close quarters are best at starting the process. Large open areas I find overbearing and uncomfortable to write in, but stick me in a closet or small bedroom with the door shut and I’m golden. Next is sound. I CAN NOT WRITE IN NOISY BOISTEROUS SETTINGS! I find it nearly impossible. Sirens (Englewood), people, music, parties….NO THANKS! Silence is a beautiful thing and very much key. So, when all conditions are met, that’s when the transcendence begins. It is as if my soul or spirit leaves and my body and just becomes a vessel or voice for my characters. I am literally witnessing what they are doing and no longer am I in the room or confined structure where I write. I can see them vividly as they live a breath, the story telling itself whilst I, “the spectator” sit and write what I’m seeing. If that sounds odd to you then we’re in the same boat as I don’t understand it myself. Everything changes and I am immersed…lost sometimes even, all concepts of time and the physical world around me vanished. Even stranger, is if I am broken from this spell by an outside distraction. I find myself more often than not nearly jumping out of my pants if someone says something to me or even just calls my name.

So, there you have it, go ahead and ponder it. Better yet, try it yourself and see what happens. I think it may be the same as when people reading a good book, find themselves in what they are reading. This is the “escape” from reality they describe. The escape I so long to provide.

—A.D. SOMMERIO

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