It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.

Topic:

Imagination,

Author:

Kevin J. Anderson

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I surrendered to a world of my imagination reenacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader especially history and Shakespeare.

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