My imagination has always been…vigorous.
It helps me as a writer, of course, although I do need to ensure I channel it in a helpful way. If I waste all my imaginative powers worrying about something (what could happen, what could not happen) or get a bit too lost in a daydream, sometimes by the time I get to writing, I’m spent!
Not that it always matters – daydreaming, that is – because it can be part of that hiatus stage I mentioned yesterday. It can lead to inspiration, to stories upon stories.
But I would like to do something with some of my imaginings. If I tellmyself the whole story in my head, it’s hard to then put it all down, to tell it over again. I need discipline to do that, and a real love for the idea.
My imagination is a tool, but I can’t let it run the show. Otherwise I’d never find a way to impact reality with the words that imagination can birth.
I also like to keep my imaginings to myself, until they’re ready. Otherwise they stop at one utterance, instead of creating something that lasts. (More on that, when we get to S, perhaps!)