Most persons who are attracted by the idea of fiction at all are, or were, in childhood great dreamers. At almost any moment they can catch themselves at some level, deep in reverie. Occasionally this reverie takes the form of recasting one's life, day by day or moment by moment, into a form somewhat nearer to the heart's desire: reconstructing conversations and arguments so that we come out with colors flying and epigrams falling around us like sparks, or imagining ourselves back in a simpler and happier period. Or adventure is coming toward us around the next corner, and we have already made up our minds as the form it will take. All those naïve and satisfying dreams of which we are the unashamed heroes or heroines are the very stuff of fiction, almost the material prima of fiction.
Fragment uit Becoming a writer van Dorothea Brande.