Ray Bradbury’s Writing Wisdom #9

I leave you now at the bottom of your own stairs, at half after midnight, with a pad, a pen, and a list to be made. Conjure the nouns, alert the secret self, taste the darkness. Your own thing stands waiting way up there in the attic shadows. If you speak softly, and write any old word that wants to jump out of your nerves onto the page, your thing at the top of your stairs in your own private night may well come down.  ~ Ray Bradbury