Well, it's the first blog post of the new year! Sorry I have been absent for a while. I have been dealing with the rest of of the mammoth amounts of work that I was set. I still have two subjects to do. And I go back to school on Thursday... Ooh, school days.
On a lighter note, here is part I to the A-Z of EtiennesJournal.
My imagination is who I am.
Without the inventiveness of my mind, I wouldn't be here talking to you all today. My imagination is the basis of all of my writing. Without my writing, there would be no literary blog. Without my writing, I would not be me. I would be a completely different person with a different set of aspirations and goals. My imagination is fundamental for me getting through every day. Without the tangents of my mind making reality more whimsical than it is, I would be a boring mess, not interested in anything.
My imagination is what transforms a raining London in to a beautiful landscape. My imagination is what generates the words to form my stories. It is what creates the pictures which become my stimulus for said stories. It is what makes me happy about plans, and excited about the future.
I think that there is a direct correlation between happiness and imagination. I find life beautiful, and that's what makes me happy and excited to live each day. However, the brute fact is, life is hard. Life is full of obstacles and mean people and negativity and bad weather. But the hope that someday the sun will shine is what keeps me sane. And that hope is from my imagination.
Imagining things is my key to believing. If I can imagine myself in a situation, I can also imagine how I would feel and how it should go. For example, if I hadn't imagined myself being published one day, complete with the feeling of wonderment and astonishment that it would come with, I would have given up this whole writing thing a long time ago. If I hadn't imagined myself being projected on to a big cinema screen, with the feeling of completion and love that it could be laced with, then I would have tried to think of another passion than acting. But, in my imagination, these things felt right. Because of this glimpse of perfection, I have created goals.
My imagination makes me believe that I can accomplish these goals.
To be able to imagine things is an amazing quality. Whenever I meet someone with an overwhelming imagination, I am captivated by the words that come out of their mouth. If someone cuts off their sense of imagination, they are living life as reality wants you to - bored, unfulfilled and pointless. If someone rides with their imagination... they are beautiful.
It's hard to describe imagination as a quality like I have just attempted, because imagination is a very subjective thing. To me, the imagination is a part of every human soul. It is everyone's perfect place. It is the hub of all things happy and blissful in their life. But, to someone else, the imagination could be the part of their brain which generates creativity. But, I know that someones imaginativeness is a very big, redeeming quality to me. If someone has the ability to imagine things on such a scale of grandeur that even I am impressed... Wow.
I have the widest imagination. With everything I do, I am imagining the millions of other ways that that thing could have happened. Or the thousands of other sentences I could have strung in a response. Or the alternative ways in which a thought could be taken by someone else. Or the ways that the potential relationship with someone could go; good and bad.
I can listen to a song, and think of all of the different stories it relates to: the girl who just broke up with her boyfriend, the girl who was just hurt by her best friend, the boy whose games console just broke... I walk down the street, and look at all of the other strangers, and think of their backstories. Could that woman in the red coat be a secret poet? Or could that man with all of the tattoos give the best hugs to his three-year-old daughter who he loves implicitly? Could that pretty teenage girl with the beautiful smile be hiding something sad and soul-destroying behind her crystal eyes?
I think that is probably why I am such a productive writer. I love to imagine things, and create situations out of nothing. I love to micro-manage. I love how the simple words, hand-picked from my mind, can total in to a novel. My imagination makes my words.
I like to describe myself as 'down-to-earth in my own little world.' I am a very grounded person. However, my mind can wonder off in to worlds unknown at any given moment. I'm not a girl ultimately consumed in herself, and I love to care for others, and I am a very humble, grateful person. But I exist in fairy land, where my words come alive and talk back to me, and the characters that I create become my friends.
I am a bit of a child in the imagination aspect. I have the imagination of a five-year-old running around the playground, making up imaginary games with her friends and talking to her toys because they can talk back. But I have wisdom. (At least I hope I do.) And this knowledge enables me to carry such an over-active mind with care.
Oh, who am I kidding? I love my imagination!
This was probably very confusing and jumbled. But, hey... read the subtitle of my blog...
Lots of love in this new year,