It is a certain kind of magic: someone walks up to you and asks the right question. How did they know to ask? A woman approached me after a writing workshop. It was the first time I had ever been there. We were prompted to write something. What I wrote sounded like the beginning of a thriller. The woman who approached me asked a question about how her writing was influencing her. That what she was writing was very personal and depressing, she asked me how to work through that. Why did she ask me? What was it about what I wrote that told her that I understood that kind of writing? How did she know?