Sometimes, it's just you and the book. Nobody else has seen it. Nobody has weighed in on it. Nobody has pointed out what it lacks, what else it could be, what else it could have been. Nobody has asked you to change it; nobody has told you what they wish you had written instead.
else has stepped into this world yet. You long for visitors, for others
to discover this world. And yet you also savor it, this precious time
when it is all yours, unspoiled. When everything is possible, when the
magic is undiluted and intact.