[The writer] has to be the kind of man who turns the world upside down and says, lookit, it looks different, doesn’t it?
I’ll never forget the experience of stopping at a lake in the Victorian highlands at sunset. It wasn’t that the sunset was that spectacular. The lake, too, was only moderately pretty. But when I lay down on a picnic table and looked at the landscape with my head tipped off the end of the table … wow. Suddenly I perceived the scene anew, I really saw it. And it was breath-taking, serene, and utterly vivid.
So I agree with Morris West (except for the writer being a ‘man’ of course!). This is what I want the words I shape into stories to do – to turn the dome of the world upside down and shake it so all the colours sparkle.