In other words, without an orchestration of language, the imagination of a writer remains captive to that which the writer already knows, or would like to anticipate, or feels determined to reveal. And so the narrative never achieves a life of its own, because the writer, not understanding that this life depends on a virtuosity of form (whereby the invention of a story can occur), remains too in control of the fiction, too much at the helm, too much a captain and not a guide.