Writing is a cathartic, crazy, chaotic, dead in the water with nothing to write process.
At least it has been for me. When I think back on the past ten years, I start to measure what I’ve produced which then cripples me and I most decidedly don’t write.
What I’ve been trying teach myself these days is to get lost in the Fantasy.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re a writer and this is what you’re supposed to do, but believe it or not it’s harder than you think. When I was younger I could slip into fantasy easily, making up stories that supplied endless scope for the imagination (as Ann with an e Shirley proclaimed in ‘Anne of Green Gables’)*.
But as an adult, fantasy must be purchased much harder because of the everyday noise populated in our heads by the outside world. Fears, Joys, money problems, job woes, births, marriages, graduations and death are all intermingled into a melange of pollution to distract you from doing what you need to do to create.
Art is not on demand. It starts with a thought, something that sparks the imagination and then flows into a river of ideas. Sometimes the ideas spread beautifully across the paper as if nothing could impede it’s flow. Other times you are going merrily along only to find there is a bottle neck or bump in the road that can take you down a rabbit hole from which you don’t return.
Here is where fantasy comes in. The real world says you can’t live in fantasy because there is a world out there to discover, but I say you can live in fantasy because it’s the real world that sparks it.
You see two people on the train during your daily commute. One of them looks at the other, just a quick glance and suddenly a story begins. You’re walking in the woods by yourself and the quietness of the forest floor sparks the idea of being chased into a world that didn’t exist before. A song by your favorite band creates into a picture that turns into the best thing you’ve ever written and when you look back you wonder how did this come about.
Fantasy. And getting lost in it. Allowing it to take over and consume you. Living inside the creation process, moving inside you imagination that hold no boundaries.
So the next time you sit down to write, whether pen in hand or some electronic device, allow the fantasy to carry you away.
Get lost in it and let it fly.
*Lucy Maud Montgomery - Anne of Green Gables
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