| Creative
Mind
glimpses
from within a moment of creativity
© Greg Hamerton
I’m in the zone, even though writing is slow. Speed doesn’t seem to be
a function of connectivity. Maybe inspiration affects the speed, but
first the channel must be open, and here it is. It’s like being able to
look into the liquid air a little distance in front of my eyes
(although it is seen in the mind, in another plane, but somewhere
similar to that place about half a metre ahead of my forehead). And
more than that sight, it’s the ability to see the pictures forming upon
that shifting liquid air, and to be able to almost coax that substance
to form, that’s what is critical.
Once I’m focused on that place, once I’ve brought my attention to that
position, then I can see what flickers upon its almost-tangible
surfaces. I have very little control over what I see, because it is
seeing not thinking, but I feel there is some room for invention in
there because it is governed by imagination. I am forming some kind of
clay, it’s not merely seeing, but it’s not making either, it’s
somewhere between the two.
I'm excited as I write today’s scene out. Is it really good, or does it
only feel that way? I can’t tell, but can’t really believe it is
anything but good. It feels so vital and real under my fingers. That’s
where the scene is forming, under my fingers, as if I’m touching that
etheric substance with every keystroke, the keyboard is forgotten,
dissolved, allowing me to touch the ideas directly ...
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