imagination is the key to three things, two of which i have managed to sum up in one word each:
1) humor
2) adventure
but i can’t narrow this down:
3) meaningful connections with my fellow humans
what?
i mean, without imagination, life is cliche. writing is cliche. art is cliche. all is cliche. you can’t make connections with cliches. you can’t say something and make people think, he’s saying what i’ve thought. this is what it is to be mankind in this day and age. i didn’t know that. i just thought that was something i thought, i felt. but here this character or this narrator he’s saying that and it’s universal.
you can’t write well without the natural yet practiced ability to write with a totally open mind. to see the best way to say something, not the way you’ve been programmed to think but the thoughts you actually think.
a total ramble, but this is the kind of thing that occupies your mind when you’re a frustrated writer who can’t seem to write anything except semi-autobiographical half-stories or uninformed fantasies (neither of which demand a lot of imagination).
the point is, i’ve been a little obsessed with imagination lately. for a while i’ve recognized that i’m often lacking in it at crucial points, but i’ve realized it’s something that can be brought back out with a little practice. i don’t know where this will lead, but i’m planning to pursue it…
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