I'm probably a lot like you. My days are filled with production, education and the fruits of procreation. That cycle continues still, through several careers and whole decades of my waking hours. When I want a little recreation, I pick up a book. My vacations fit in a pocket and go somewhere new every time. That's a pretty good bargain for the time pressed. Does any of this sound familiar?
After that, things get a little divergent. I study science habitually, just to see what is possible and where it might lead. Game theory and all types of performing arts are recreation. When I can string a few days together, I like to travel and look for the differences. People who travel know what I mean, that jarring convention somewhere else that makes you question your presumptions. That's the price of the trip, right there. Is any of this still familiar?
I enjoy immersing the reader; lifting them right out of their lives and dropping them into a devised variant built of language. The image of an old black and white science horror episode, where people just went 'poof' leaving behind a pile of clothes and a cooling cup of coffee, that would be my ideal transport for the readership.
Of course, returning them home is more difficult. Mussed hair and a dazed condition are the common complaints. But my lawyers assure me a simple disclaimer will render me suit-proof. Consider this fair warning.
Dalen Buchanan 2012