The Process

I like for my work to get away from me. To find a life of its own. When someone reads my words and says, "Ah, ha," and then gets something I never intended from what I wrote, I feel that I am finding success. My writing is more than I am. It's saying more than I can say. I don't specifically know how this happens, but I do know it happens in the process. Day after day, year after year, word after word, and the hidden meanings rush in and wrap around my stories. I sit back and laugh. My work has gotten away! What will happen now?