On this week’s Blogging Insights – New Format #9, the following quote is given:
“Writing did not save my life, but it has continued to do what it always has done. It makes my life a brighter and more pleasant place.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
I will have to disagree with the first part of this quote. Although not physically, writing did save my life. It gave me a voice. It allowed me to write down some of the things I have been imagining over the years.
I was born with a vivid imagination, whether it’s a gift or a torture device of the mind, I have yet to decide. I think it’s why I have to stay busy because otherwise, I would be slipping into my imagination pretty easily throughout the day.
I used to not know how to describe my imagination but now, I can describe it like a fruit tree – if you keep harvesting the fruit from the tree, it will keep producing as it will think you can’t get enough of it, if not, then it will stop producing. I am now looking at my imagination in this new light and the more I let my imagination run, the freer I feel like I don’t have this feeling of a story that needs to be told. It’s a strange relationship and it does make life a brighter and more pleasant place.