Something that interests me greatly is the mind of an author.
I have written two novels, during which time I took part in the creation of worlds beyond my power- beyond me. There is something utterly spectacular and incredible in the emergence of a character. I have often had conversations with my sister over the journey of writing a book, I tried to explain in the simplest way possible that it was not I who decided upon the plot or what actions took place, that it was the characters themselves; I was merely recording all they showed me! She half-believed me. Since then I have heard of authors saying the same thing.
I have just finished reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and was captivated by the power evoked by the characters. It means so much to me to think that she too had these 'people' absorbing her mind night and day, just as my own characters had evaded my inmost privacy.
I like to think of Emily out walking upon the heath and image her muttering to Heathcliff, asking him what his next action would be. It's an inspirational process to say the least.
Reading Charlotte Bronte's introduction to the novel, I found a statement that I could not resist in posting. I hope those of you who already understand will be united with fellow authors of this world, departed and living, and those of you who can't quite understand, will at least have more sympathy to those who do have active imaginations!
“But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master--something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. He may lay down rules and devise principles, and to rules and principles it will perhaps for years lie in subjection; and then, haply without any warning of revolt, there comes a time when it will no longer consent.”