The Fog

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.    –E. L. Doctorow

Don’t you love this quote? I do, it’s exactly the reason I write. I like to show up, scurry around in a scene, take in people’s emotions, and create something out of nothing.  While writing, you need to be present, to be an active participant in the action. It can take you away-sending you into a time abyss where you can lose track of everything around you.

Today’s fog both inspires and depresses me. It’s thick and heavy and cold.  Dismal and dank it urges me to write a novel void of lightness- a murder perhaps? Look at the picture, what does it inspire in you?

I hear all the time, “Oh you are a writer, I’ve always wanted to writer.  I have a book all blocked my head just waiting to come out.”   My advice is, let it.   But beware new writer, if you chose to go down this path of darkness, you will no doubt be stuck there for quite a while.

Spring is the time for rebirth, for bringing in the new, and busting through a different door.  Maybe this nasty weather is a reminder to open a window and let new ideas in- full of lightness and darkness.   Isn’t that just conflict?

About julietruekingsley

Crazed writer living on the coast of Maine! Attempting to blog daily in fifteen minutes or less.
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4 Responses to The Fog

  1. kathy says:

    Is Lulu OK – good grief!! I came home today to see that our neighbor had posted a sign between our houses about sighting of LARGE snake – possibly a constrictor!! I sort of wrote Rachel about in letter I just sent. You’ll have to read… Definitely BAD ANIMAL
    DAY!!! Came back in and had a glass of wine… Neighbor assured me that it is long gone and that he has checked all bushes on his side and ours. Poor man spent a good half hour reassuring me (while I guzzled red wine, which as you know, I hardly ever drink!! ) that there are no snakes in the vicinity. I think I would have taken to rubbing alcohol if that was all we had!!!
    I sure hope he is right. I mean, how much can a 67 year old’s heart take?!!! You know how I feel about those slithery things!!

  2. That’s funny! Scary too. I’ll share with Rachel tomorrow.

  3. joymcdee says:

    You are so right about the fog. It always inspires me. I work out a first paragraph of the feeling and at that moment I believe I can write a mystery novel. Alas, it is not my genre. I lived in Ireland for a few years and the fog there creeps across the fields as though it wants to smother you. It is thick and menacing (sp) and it penetrates everything. Your clothing would be soaked as though you had been it a rainstorm. Love your blogs.

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