Writing creates a world totally within my control. There is something comforting in that, even though I never considered myself a control freak. As I write, the pace of life slows down and falls into a rhythm, each word moving in concert with that which it describes. Sometimes I think I am more wholly in the world of my imagination than in the world around us. If I was not describing it with these words, how much would I have noticed the sound of the wind outside, the smell of mellon coming from the kitchen, or the stillness of all the objects in my den except for the movement of my fingers and my thoughts? Get it in writing, they say. How true.
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Do you think that writing is a sort of magnifier to one's own feelings, one's own experiences - rediscovered in the thought about the word that flows out in the one rhythm that can only ever be yours?
There is definitely an element of writing magnifying or exploring past or present emotions that I have, but it also happens in reverse: writing can magnify or enhance my sensations. When I'm in a period where writing is going well, I feel more alive. I sense everything more clearly. I even at times feel like I'm a character in a story, and I'm just moving through the plot. It's hard to describe, but sometimes I perceive my surroundings through the words I would use to describe it. Have you ever dreamed in prose? I've had that happen a couple of times. Rather than images, my dream was just a scrolling string of text. I read my dream, and it was pretty good, and when I woke up I scrambled to find a notepad to copy it all down verbatim, but then it was gone.
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