On my website I have a little poem I wrote a long time ago about reading that applies double to writing:
An apple, a fat chair, a rainy afternoon. I'll curl up between these covers And go wandering through your adventures. Maybe I'll fall into a page with no ladder And never come back
In Karda I can fly, look down on the clouds from Sidhari's back, feel the hard push into the saddle when she tilts her wings into a tight turn, the little lurch in my stomach when she pulls up from a fast dive, just skimming the ground after a herd of kurga for our dinner. I an feel anew some of the amazing experiences I have had in my life through my characters' eyes as I recreate them, and feel new challenges I imagine as I get lost in this new world in the endless time of creating when I fall into the book and lose the ladder.