This was part of Jane's contribution:
- I would say that I experience mostly a sort of intent, concentrated pleasure that is about putting stuff together, accompanied by feelings of excitement, pleasure, or frustration about whether the parts seem to fit. Some books come easily, as if given to me from afar, and some require a lot of cognition and reworking, but there is always a feeling of intent.
And this was mine: - Creating something out of nothing, putting the pieces together, is great fun. To imagine yourself enthralling others is immensely satisfying. To imagine transferring specific emotion from you to them causes you to applaud yourself, which may be a base reaction but is nonetheless quite pleasant. The process, which I have shared with Mozart and every other so-called creative writer, seems to me too complicated to be called genius. And nobody knows anything about the human brain, or where these impulses come from.