I’ve chosen a post to share from my 2009 archives today. I hope you aren’t minding all the “replays”.
“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.”
Imagination is a fascinating phenomenon. With it the writer’s mind creates people who don’t exist, places that have never been, events that didn’t happen, and somehow combines them to create a world that readers accept as real.
Indulging in mental wool gathering is a necessary prelude to writing. Staring at people in public places, talking to ones’ self, wandering in apparent aimlessness – these are often signs of the creative process in action. Of course they can also be signs of a rude schizophrenic who is genuinely lost.
Should you encounter me displaying an unusually vague state of mind please inquire if I’m plotting my next novel before signing me up for an appointment with a psychiatrist.
Do you indulge in public daydreaming? Has it ever caused you embarrassment?