It is more about the world within the story—more about the characters, and how you feel an intangible connection with them. You can almost touch and talk to them, even though they are bound to the page.
It is more about not knowing than knowing, because the life we write on the page can never truly be planned. Writers are gods to their stories, yet they have no control over where the story will take them. We are both creators and followers, swept along by the tides of the worlds we build.
I guess the point I am coming to is this: writers are the few who can portal-jump. We travel across universes to places that readers can only visit within the boundaries of leather-bound covers. We are not writing from our heads but from our hearts, from memory. We are writing what we are seeing—transcribing the intangible into words that breathe life into the page.Planning does little, for the worlds we create—like the world we live in—cannot be planned. They unfold with a rhythm of their own, unpredictable yet perfect in their chaos. And that is where the magic lies.