I had an interesting experience this week. One of the members from the Highland League of Writers read a review of a book of short stories she had recently bought. The review was titled “Invasion”. Her opening comment was "My stomach lurched, then rolled. It was a graphic story of sick needs and punishing sex…"
After finishing the story, she rested her head and took several deep breaths. She wrote that her temples throbbed steadily. Images bloomed in her mind from the story she had just read.
As she tried to sleep…"My eyes flew open as realization dawned. The evil to fear was not out there waiting to pounce…I had invited into my home and willingly absorbed its seed into my mind."
At the end of her review, she admitted that she realized that the story, although descriptive, was not horrifying or overly graphic. She allowed her imagination to take hold, and she became a direct observer in the story and her mind made the story more realistic that what was written.
When she finished, I thanked her as she proved my point that the mind can produce far more detail and tension within a story.
I don’t know if she will finish my book. I hope that she will return to the remaining stories in the future and give herself an opportunity to escape the stress of everyday living and experience the high adventure found in her own imagination.