In pursuit of creativity, the permanence of my words often deters me from describing what I have seen. To write fiction, I believe I have two tasks: create and describe. By create, I mean allow my imagination to take me on a journey. This journey is based on some version of the truth, the things I see and take in. And by describe, I mean use words to put a pulse in what I have seen so that the reader my join me in my creation.
The journey to create a fictional world is downright special. In the middle of that ride, I see things differently. Everything in front of me is a nugget of fictional gold. When my imagination is working on a fictional creation, my senses are on fire. Writing fiction has given me this gift, I see things differently – twenty-four hours a day.
The hard part is describing what I see. It’s not coming up with the right words. It’s allowing those words to take their rightful places on the page. It’s not only the permanence of the collection of letters, it’s what they mean. Not everything is proper, posh, and peachy. And sometimes the creation fails if the words are nothing more than an attempt to fit the creation within the polished world we live in. My words need to come from the creation, without fear and filter. Anything less leads to a watered down version of the imaginative journey I worked so hard to make happen.
In a way, I suppose these words serve as a confession. At this stage in the development as a writer, I can say I see things. I find hooks in front of me. My progression plateaus right where my internal editor comes out and prevents me from saying things they way they really are. To my writing friends, and you know who you are, thank you for inspiring me to get the right words out. To do this, I must write what I see.