It’s one month since my last blog (sounds like the opening to a Catholic confession). But I’ve been busy between my two lives. Packing up to leave Italy for the winter, like some migratory bird (albeit weighed down with more than feathers) and settling in for the winter months in England. It seemed appropriate that we left Tuscany with the landscape half concealed in mist.
Between catching up with our family and nesting, I have had my head down with edits for my new book due out in February 2020. I know I have been bleating on about this and telling you I find edits hard but recently I have had a lightbulb moment. As is so often the way, simple is best and what helps, is the simple revelation that “what if” is liberating and… fun. Why didn’t I realise this before?
I’m not talking about the “what if” in regret. What if I had done this or that? The negative, looking back kind of thinking. I mean the “what ifs” that can stir up my imagination.
So, when my lovely editor at Bookouture now suggests tweaks here and there, or to deepen the mystery, I’ve stopped those panic moments of despair that everything I have written so far has to be unravelled. Instead, I’ve had a great time thinking outside my original box of ideas.
Albert Einstein famously said:
“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”
Deepak Chopra’s statement is a great help too:
“The best use of imagination is creativity. The worst use of imagination is anxiety.”
I feel the mist has lifted.