My mind is alight with a new idea that isn’t even a true thing yet, more a sensation looking to find its form wrapped up in a handful of questions.
This book is going to be a joy to write. This book is going to be fun. Not that my others haven’t been both, but regular readers here know I find the creative process daunting, especially when it comes to a book’s beginnings.
One way I’m choosing to free up the overwhelming creating-something-from-nothing phase is to do a little mental word play. Much like I trick myself into steady work by focusing on the story’s present moment (rather than reminding myself I’m writing a whole darn book), I’m going to claim two words from Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic:
I’m not going to write right now. I’m going to make. I’m going to create.