When I read to escape, it’s like I take a detour, a scenic loop that brings me back to the same place on this road of life. It’s nice to get out of the flow of traffic for a while—away from the congestion, noise, and pollution—even if I have to come right back.
When I write, though, I set off into uncharted territory, and I have to cut my own path in order to get back to the real world. When I return after writing, I never come back to the same mile-marker. Sometimes I end up on a different road entirely.