Each one of my novels and short stories is like a separate garden. I get my ideas by going into the landscapes of my life, the internet, TV, anywhere, and when I see something I like I dig up the seeds and bring them home.
Starting on a new garden means I have to get dirty. It doesn't look like a garden at first. If someone were to look over the fence they might admire what I'm trying to do, but I can't just tell them what each flower will look like. They have to wait until I can show them.
Some people might think my gardens are all an elaborate rouse to hide the pot plants I have growing behind the garage, but the truth is, if I get stoned I can spend all day being a happy hippie in my garden, perfecting all the little details, thinking of things no one has ever thought of. And all that time spent equals the love I put into it.
I'm willing to spend years on garden before I invite visitors. I don't want them to see it until it's gone so far beyond my wildest dreams that I know it will be unlike anything they've ever seen.
The funny thing is, once it's done, it's photographed, it's frozen in time. It stops growing. By the time it can be appreciated, I'm busy digging up seeds for the next garden.