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?