Imagery is returning. I use a lot of imagery when I'm storytelling. Writing is a great adventure for me. Knew I was due for one and it's happening.
I got a clue yesterday when I was feeling lines from a song, Terrapin Station, "inspiration, move me brightly", "statements just seem vain at last" and my sig, "but the train's put it's brakes on and the whistle is screaming, terrapin". Thank god, writers' block is such a bitch and kind of lonely.
But back to imagery. I see it with my second eye. It's not a hallucination; it's not that real. But I do see parts of the scene and can feel some of it. My second eye is more like a daydream but I didn't start it or control where it's going. Today, driving along, I was just thinking how all the things I had going on have been completed. Some people see that as juggling balls in the air. I see it as ropes hanging in the air to be tied down. Some you can just grab, others you really have to latch onto and struggle to get to the ground. Todays were as easy to pull on as if they had been attached to a balloon, gather them up and make a pretty balloon bouquet and let them go. How easy was that? Unlike those ones I really have to struggle with and now my forearms feel the strain of that thought. Might have gripped the steering wheel a little too hard when I saw that.
No story in mind but it will come. My novel characters might come for me. They left me as a caretaker in a graveyard and cut out. The birds have been presenting themselves. They are great as a short story or important cameo appearance. And I've got a grandbaby now. My daughter always use to ask me to tell her my stories rather than read her a book. Must have been good at it as they never put her to sleep.
