For Better or For Worse - The Writer
How wild your imagination becomes if someone you love is late coming
home. You’re sure they’re safe, but…what if? What if your family is one
of those about whom the headlines are written? After all, it’s the luck
of the draw. Nobody is absolutely secure. Bad things can happen to any
of us. In your mind, you go from imagining fatal accidents to acts of
violence to kidnapping — all the stuff you see in the movies. Perhaps
what we do is prepare ourselves for the worst. Maybe this is a good
exercise, but it’s often far too stressful and far too frightening.
When folks ask how writers come up with so many weird ideas, I use
the "missing at night" scenario to explain: Give yourself a situation in
which you have no control, something that could go in any direction —
this is when your writer’s hat goes on. You want to resolve the
situation now; you want to be able to handle whatever happens, and so
you let your imagination loose. The next thing you know, you are in the
mind of a writer. One small idea bubbles into another. Could there have
been an accident?
You visualize this awful possibility: the car, the people inside. Are
they on a roadside? In the water? Soon, you’re bringing in sirens — an
ambulance and police to the scene. You go from imagining the accident to
living through the aftermath: the hospital, the anguish, the lives on
the line. You argue with nurses, you fight for the right to know. You
call relatives and tell them the news. You wait for the recovery, or you
plan for the wake. This is how a writer works; even though you’re
telling a story, you feel as though it’s real.
For a writer, imagination is a gift. For someone who is waiting and
wondering, it’s a nuisance. The good thing is, by the time you reach the
most agonizing chapter in your imaginary scenario, your missing person
shows up and you have nothing to show for your night of woe but relief.
And…isn’t that a great way for this all to end?
-Lynn Johnston
Repository for my random, mad writings, and occasional pieces of art. Whatever happens, happens.
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Showing posts with label Imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Imagination. Show all posts
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream
Poetry - A Boy Has A Right To Dream
A boy has the right to dream.
Endless Possibilities stretch out before him.
What awaits him down the path he will choose?
The boy doesn't know.
Before he knows it, the boy has become an adult...
... and he learns what he was able to make of himself.
Joy and Sadness accompany this.
When this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his
heart?
Once a Boy Becomes an adult, he cannot go back to being a
boy.
The boy is now a man.
Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream.
Endless possibilities stretch out before him
All men were once boys.
A boy has the right to dream.
Endless Possibilities stretch out before him.
What awaits him down the path he will choose?
The boy doesn't know.
Before he knows it, the boy has become an adult...
... and he learns what he was able to make of himself.
Joy and Sadness accompany this.
When this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his
heart?
Once a Boy Becomes an adult, he cannot go back to being a
boy.
The boy is now a man.
Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream.
Endless possibilities stretch out before him
All men were once boys.
Labels:
Believe,
Boys,
Chance,
Dreams,
Imagination,
Kids,
Men,
Poetry,
Possibility
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Quotes - Hayao Miyazaki - On Romance
Quotes - Hayao Miyazaki - On Romance
“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’ m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.”
- Hayao Miyazaki
Labels:
Character,
Connections,
Friendship,
Imagination,
Learning,
Life,
Living,
Love,
Memory,
People,
Quotes,
Serenity,
Travel
Friday, November 15, 2013
Creux - Essence
Creux - Essence
Sometimes you write something that makes no sense. Actually I write a lot of things that make no sense. I have to toe a strange line between both being absolutely clear in the execution of my communication, but also give it a sense of artistic styling to convey how it should feel.
Sometimes I get it right.
Sometimes I get it wrong.
Sometimes you write something that makes no sense. Actually I write a lot of things that make no sense. I have to toe a strange line between both being absolutely clear in the execution of my communication, but also give it a sense of artistic styling to convey how it should feel.
Sometimes I get it right.
Sometimes I get it wrong.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Writing - Hide and Seek
Writing - Hide and Seek
"Brian, come here."
There was just a tinge of hesitation on Brian's part, but dutifully he stood and set aside the laptop. Walking over to where Amy was standing at the window.
"What is it?"
"Brian, come here."
There was just a tinge of hesitation on Brian's part, but dutifully he stood and set aside the laptop. Walking over to where Amy was standing at the window.
"What is it?"
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