i sometimes feel "writing" is a divine process of meeting yourself up. you start something to write about something, but..your fingers go on selecting letters, creating words and then sentences ..and then a thought..a story which you never intended to write or share with others or not even with yourself. you in a way, end up writing what you had always been thinking but reluctant from accepting or recalling. something you dint know..is being said to you by your own self composed writings. yes! you are actually meeting a self of yours. isn't that magical? or divine i should say?