A
writer is a man who has taught his mind to misbehave. Stephen King
It's
like coming off the end of one dream to settle into another spin of reverie. We
are alive in the very roles we write. We grow one page at a time. And the
qualities, which define us tows the same line and bonds with our stories to
create distinct and unique universes. In time, the line between what we know is
real and what we know only exists in the annals of our imagination blurs.
After
a little bit, you tune into the shifts between the real and the conceived. And
right there with the sunlight way over your head, you trance out. You wake into
your fantasies and dream your wildest realities.
Yeah, that's what you get for thinking too much.
We
come into that place full of beginnings and endings and everything in between.
And here's the amazing thang, this is no schizophrenic
stuff. Oh no, but the invention of the strictest form of self discipline. It's
like walking into a tangle of live high tension wires. You are standing off the
wall and experiencing the best of two worlds. Maybe I ought to let King help me
out,
Write
enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint, every line
in the dirt like a secret message.
Deep
in the storehouse of our psyches is another realm, vivid and inhabitable. A
universe existing contemporaneously, side by side with what we know as the real
world. Within its envelope of air are beings, peculiar, cultured or criminal
minded, (your choice) all working to fulfill a dynamic plan and as alive as we
are in our own existence. As real as you and I. On the insides
of all of us, in the crypts of our hearts, sealed behind a vault bearing these
inscriptions, "Come write in!"
The
longer we fuss over the pages of our journals, the deeper our drives drag us
into our fictional worlds, the closer we
get to glimpsing the diminishing line. If we can cross that line from this
realm into a world of our own making we would have scored a hat trick. Gained
access to a ledge of endless bouts of inspiration.
First,
we must train our senses to be so tuned up that we see reality in the imagined
and visualize our imaginations working the scenes, lighting up reality like a
glittering hieroglyph for,
A
writer is a man who has taught his mind to misbehave.
Eneh
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