eye3.JPG How’s your vision these days?

 

It is a subjective opinion, of course, but I’m inclined to believe that Michelangelo was the greatest sculptor ever.  (I would place Bernini, especially his Ecstasy of St. Theresa, as second, but again–a subjective opinion).

I remember the first time I heard about Michelangelo’s claim that he could see the figures hidden, locked inside the marble.  It was simply his job to chip away to free the perfect image inside the stone.

Few if any of us are so gifted in our chosen creative fields.  Especially as far as creating worlds, characters, and stories with our writing.  We chip, hammer, saw, cut, melt, malign, mutilate, slice, dice, and serve up the remnants, but I think they rarely live up to our dreams and visions of what the manuscript should be.

I’m not fortunate enough to have that kind of divine ability.  But every once in a while, I manage to jab a very tiny spigot into that pipeline—and there, there is just the right expression.  Or magically, there’s a sentence, or even a page or two I hadn’t planned that just sings through.

How often does this happen for you?  Does it mystify you, or do you just accept it as part of the creative process?  Ever find yourself reading over something you’ve written and wondering where in the world it came from? 

Or do you have little habits or rituals that seem to get you into that ‘zone’?

Share, please.   :grin: