This morning, I posted the following link on WriteOn Joliet's Facebook page:
http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2016/06/journal-as-playground.html
Which got me thinking about why I enjoy writing my fiction. It's play, the type of free, childhood play of lying in the grass, watching clouds in the sky, and letting the imagination wander where it will.
It's has elements in common with daydreaming, except I don't exist in that world.
Unlike daydreams that stay in the mind, I reconstruct where my thoughts go, word by word by word: a series of adding, substracting, deleting, rewriting.
It's absorbing, exhilarting, frustrating, fun.
http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2016/06/journal-as-playground.html
Which got me thinking about why I enjoy writing my fiction. It's play, the type of free, childhood play of lying in the grass, watching clouds in the sky, and letting the imagination wander where it will.
It's has elements in common with daydreaming, except I don't exist in that world.
Unlike daydreams that stay in the mind, I reconstruct where my thoughts go, word by word by word: a series of adding, substracting, deleting, rewriting.
It's absorbing, exhilarting, frustrating, fun.
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