Deadlines. They loom. They sometimes stall creativity. They get met or not. It’s the same with stories. With characters. Creating worlds in one’s imagination is something of a spiritual exercise. Or at least a mystical one. And the Universe has thoughts on the matter.
You might call it spiritual logistics, Silver, but sometimes you have to move away, to get closer.
Or you might just call it weird.
Either way, it helps to remember it from time to time.
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And while we’re at it, Silver, sometimes you have to let go, to stake your claim. Be still, to move forward. Give, to receive. Cry, to feel joy. Pretend, to make it real. Fake it, before you make it. And sometimes, oddly enough, you must first decide to feel their love, to find it was there all along.
It is just plain weird sometimes. Moving away from a delimma gives new perspective, a different view, and often, a solution. This true of life and writing or creating. And when I’m stuck in scene, sometimes I do have to let go, even though my claim has been staked. Being still, giving? Yeah, that helps me move forward and I so often receive inspiration. In my current WIP, the heroine has suppressed her emotions for so long that she no longer feels. She pretends. She fakes it. Pain and joy are the same side of the coin for her but learning to cry is a revelation for her. Like the Velveteen Rabbit, she’ll discover that she is real, and she’ll make it. And she will feel the hero’s love and learn that yes, it was there all along. Just like in real life. I’m off to explain that to her. Tallyho!