“If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
“A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.” ~ Susan Sontag
“Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.” ~ Patricia A. McKillip
Imagine having no choice but to dream. I like that quote a lot. Ms. McKillip is a fine writer, quite lyrical at times. Fantasy stuff. I like it. On days like today, when I really don’t feel like writing, I can easily go into that headspace where it comes to a question as to . . . well, why write at all? Please tell me. No, I won’t agonize over it. In fact agony will in no way be a part of this day to come. I won’t allow it. So, why write? For one thing it sets to ringing a bell, a bell with soft tones, clear and powerful. It is a creative act that rings in overtones throughout the day. Truth is I could easily go back to sleep, and I just might. And having done so after creating a little something would make the rest more effective. The coming day seems to be no different than any of my Thursdays. Lazy, rudderless morning, psychotherapy at noon. Perhaps a movie after that. I could do laundry but I calculated necessity and I can safely blow it off until Sunday. I like that. Even in these mundane details I can find inspiration and the raw materials for creativity. I’m not one of those people who need to crank out a thousand or two words just to keep the gears oiled. I can locate and connect with the creative spark then let that spark write the day for me. It doesn’t have to be in words. Writing is not exclusively about words.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.