I can’t help it. I have an over-abundant and over-indulgent imagination. I look and see things and imagine and re-imagine them. New items are fodder for crime stories. Novels by favorite authors are jumping off points. Colors of one item coordinate with shapes of a completely different item. I want to create something all the time.
I almost feel like I’m in my twenties again.
Then, the guy who is about to turn forty-nine says “Hold on a minute! Take a good look at ALL of your files. The ones on the computer AND the old papers from twenty plus years ago.” And I start to have an argument with that guy, only because I hope he’ll cut me some slack and let me get around to creating new worlds and developing new characters to send down interesting roads.
But he wins. I look back at my blog entry and the paper I typed at the beginning of January with my 2011 Writing Goals. The Edit column has more entries than the Complete column. I had already stated to myself that this was going to be a year of perfecting the craft and not starting new projects.
But it’s hard in the same way that you are not supposed to eat a favorite item after starting a new diet. How can you possibly give up a favorite food simply to accomplish a healthy lifestyle goal? I realize that a fertile and creative mind does not have to “go to waste” on revision and editing. I realize you need as much if not more of your creative self but more formally balanced by your intellectual guiding forces.
And so, I turn back to “old friends” and become re-acquainted. The new friends will just have to wait.