Having built the foundations of our writing approach over the previous several issues, I fully intended this month to begin looking at the nuts and bolts of creative writing – structure, dialogue, description, etc. But as I began to write, something felt off. Something crucial I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The next article was to be a discussion on whether to plan or not to plan. Conventional, I know, but worthy of discussion. But then I thought, plan what? A huge chasm opened before me. I peered into the abyss. And there was only darkness. So I sat there, and closed my eyes.
Deep breath. Foundations. Deep breath. Plan what? Deep breath. Foundations. Deep breath. Plan what?
After a time, a light flickered. The light became a flame, the flame a furnace. The furnace, the brightly coloured raging fire of the imagination.
That was the connection – imagination.
Imagination, to me, is the ability all of us have to colour the world in our own image, to mould it, to