The Universe has been keyed into my psyche of late. Well, my writer’s psyche, anyway. It seems that I’m getting a message every day or so with insignts into this whole gig. Writing is a process. Everyone who does this for as a career has their own. One friend writes, edits, edits, writes, rewrites, stews, starts over, an continues in this vein until she finally gets a first draft. Another is a “speed writer.” She sits down and in about six days spits out 50K words. She doesn’t stop. Need a character name? Leave a blank. Need a place? Leave a blank. Don’t know exactly what happens next? Leave a blank and go on to the next thing she knows is going to happen. She gets the main characters and the story out and then in the next round, she adds all the embellishments. Another friend writes in fits and starts and occasionally circles back to fix stuff. Me? I’m sort of all those things. I call myself a Puzzler. I write scenes I know are going to happen. Then I start at the beginning. Like a jigsaw puzzle, those early scenes are blocks of pieces put together before you get the frame done. Once I have those blocks done, I go back, find all the straight edges and put them together and then fill in the blanks. Needless to say, imagination is everything. Another writer friend said something in her blog yesterday that made a lot of sense. Basically, you need to block out the real world and move into the world you’re creating.
That said, the act of actual “creation” is a lot like this:
Silver, what if there was only you, and the rest of the world was “make believe,” imagination? If even the people in your life were drawn there, or faded away, based upon your thoughts.
Would it then be easier for you to grasp the true meaning of limitless? Would you then believe that you alone make your reality?
Silver, the rest of the world is “make believe,” imagination. And all the people in your life are there or fade away based upon your thoughts.
Wow… that was easy.
The dream of here and now, dear Silver, is no different than the dreams you dream each night… you decide everything.
This is what the writer does. We dream up places and people. We “make believe” and write down what our imagination reels out for us. We write words that turns the dream into a reality. And yeah, it sounds easy. And it can be limitless. Mainly, though, it’s what we do.