I have been reading this really enjoyable novel, and now that it is over I wish I were writing a novel myself. I love the freedom of just inventing new worlds. Any world, no matter how imaginary, has parameters within which it must function, rules to which it must adhere if it is to be believable. I actually like that aspect particularly, because it starts to feel as though once you set the thing running, it can take off on its own. I used to like fantasy a lot when I was a kid, but now I find it more interesting to imagine worlds that resemble my own, only different. Like an unfolding of parallel universes. Because often I find myself tripping vertiginously over other ways of seeing that have nothing to do with the story of the world I am daily recounting to myself. I am left wondering about all the things I am missing, about other people's secret lives.
I can never have access to these things, to other people, but I can create other people within myself to explore. I can try to open myself into other worlds and make myself as much a part of them as possible.
I can't continue in this vein for very long before I start to hear the man from that Evelyn Waugh novel in my head; "Yes, bloody whimsical." Gotta go bury the body.