I sit by the computer looking at all the books on my shelves, all the authors before me, contemplating my next story. Waiting for a visual cue for the next character who reveals themselves to me. It is fun, just to know that an intriguing plot and setting will come to the forefront of my consciousness.
I hadn't finished University for the year and my mind has been running wild with fields of sunflowers and a picture of the English country side in the '20s. Funny that! Considering I wasn't even born by the English countryside in the '20s. This is what I mean by my imagination running wild.
I find comfort in the fact that every writer has an imagination that takes them off into another realm, leave the present for a second and delve into the past or the future. I find myself disconnecting from the present in order to develop and journey alongside my central character, no one talk to me while I am out walking with my protagonist! I am sure my family think I am completely insane.
The only problem with being in this kind of mode, is the solitude in which a writer must be, to work. My imagination flows easier in the quiet, the peaceful essence of a silent house, gives inspiration to the characters in my mind.
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) once wrote:
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.
It is clear that his characters blossomed in the solitude. His imagination prevails in the silence. I guess my imagination does too!
Imagination, spring forth and take me walking through the sunflowers and the English countryside.