Stuff that didn't fit on the other pages
Funny thing about writing. All you have to do is start. Then mysteriously, someone else continues for you and leads you into continents of thoughts and events that you explore hungrily wondering where the path will lead and what mysteries will unfold. Then, when you get close to the end of the journey, you take the wheel again, and steer your ship to into a harbor that has been revealed to you.
Then comes the fun part. While sleeping, while eating, while driving, while doing almost anything, a day, a week, a month later, your visitor taps you on the shoulder when you least expect it, and points to some places you missed on your first voyage and you can't wait to get back into your ship and revisit your newly created world and rewrite your voyage.
Then, when it is over, you are happy and exhausted, and somehow, you have become a different person and you can't wait to begin again.