I was thinking about writing and the convoluted ways in which people go about ‘thinking’ over their plots and manipulating their characters pretentiously telling people that the ‘characters take over’, which is another way of saying you don’t know your own brain, when the whole concept of imagination made me leave writing all-together.
People who don’t write think it immensely hard to see a page of white paper and fill it with any thoughts, because they think imagination is something you either have or do not have, but it isn’t true. We all have immense imaginations. The plans we have when we are young for where we want to be when we are older, the careers we wants, the dates we think are going on as apart from the reality, how we think we look in our clothes and how we think we sound, what we perceive of the world from our own experience and thoughts, how we are going to spend all that money.
Think how much imagination there is on forward planning, in anticipation, in playing sports, in solving riddles like the Cosmos. Inside our heads there is not just one world but many, thousands of answers to as yet unasked questions, and a myriad of emotions we think we are going to feel. Anyone apprehensive of not having anything to write is missing the whole point of our lives.
Our entire lives are filled by our imaginations.