There is a moment that every writer strives for, and every reader longs for. It is the moment when the story takes on life and becomes more than just mere words written on a page. It is when the story becomes so vividly real, it is as if the book is a magical medium, transporting you into a whole new dimension that enlightens and inflames the senses.
This is the moment when the characters take over and the writer is nothing more than a transcriber, chronicling everything that sets their senses to fire. The writer is no longer the one creating this amazing world, they are partaking of it. There is no drug induced state of euphoria that can compare to this pure, and possibly even, spiritual moment. There is a definitive separation that occurs. Much like when the reader finds themselves so caught up in the story, they don’t realize how many hours have passed, the writer finds themselves caught up in this very same state of separation from reality.
The ability of reaching this transcendence is not something that can be taught. It is not something that can be forced or manipulated. It is something that only occurs when a writer completely gives themselves over to the moment, and allows the story to take control, completely removing their own preconceptions, ideas, and motives. It makes no difference how many thousands of words you have written, a book that does not evoke this type of experience, is nothing more than a collection words written on paper.