The attraction to writing or drawing for me has always been it's temptation to slip into another world. As a teenager, creative escapism seemed like a wise way to dispose of my time. It still does. After all, the imagination is the best entertainer we have. We just have to use it properly.
Lately, I've been returning to some of the imagery and conceptual ideas that I visited in my earliest creative writing. The idea of nightmarishly strange fairy tales has come back to haunt my work. In my early twenties, I referred to this vision as Coloring Book Nightmares. But back then it was just a collection of imagery, a lot of which can be found in my novels.
Last week, I read Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book and in the acknowledgements he says that he didn't write the book until twenty years after the idea for the story first came to him. In a way one of the new books I'm working on feels to me like a story I first wanted to tell fifteen years ago. I had big ideas for books back then...just not the skills to execute them the way I wanted to. Thankfully, I'm confident enough these days to see it through.