The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
Muriel Rukeyser
You know how writers are… they create themselves as they create their work. Or perhaps they create their work in order to create themselves.
Orson Scott Card
I pick up a book and the words fall about my mind like the comforting light of home.
I’m rapt in the layers, where sights have texture, characters have purpose and every moment belongs to a story arc.
I made a conscious effort this month to read and it helped me realise something.
I walk through the world as though it were a book. I’m not in it… not really.
I’m watching it, describing it and inhabiting each character from their point of view.
I often wonder which character function I fulfil in this particular scene and then ask myself if I feel like playing along or maybe change the rules just to see where that goes.
I’ve felt oddball for this – felt sidelined and ghostly for walking the line between now and the six fictional futures that could spin off from each moment, but I realised something else.
It’s completely normal.
Reading has reminded me there’s a reason I look at the world this way.
It’s simply The Writer and I am not alone.
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Thinker. Writer. Photographer. Dancer. Not necessarily in that order.
wow…wish one of those books could have been one of mine. lol