Stringing stories together. I like pouring drops into the bucket of my shared universe. I know I have written before of how I would love for people to one day discover the true scope of all these stories and all the connections I have placed in them.
Having an ear for the music of the story, for the pulse of it; for the subtle rhythms of the story as it all falls into place and bounces off other fragments of tales, is something you develop after a while. When it becomes like breathing, then no one thinks too much about the connections.
When you force it it is easy to spot. I hope that no one sees what I have done, and reads it all, and ever thinks I have forced it. I do not think they will.