There
is a trinity of dreams. First are the collective dreams of our race,
which guide us toward a better future and urge us to strive to make
them come true. That all these dreams have not yet been realized—and
may never be—does not deter us from having them. We are an
indomitable race, and we are patient.
Second
are our individual dreams—our daydreams while awake and those which
come with sleep. Our daydreams are generally centered on our wishes
for the future and can be whatever we wish them to be. Sleeping
dreams are totally beyond our conscious control, and serve a valuable
purpose as a form of mental “housekeeping”—a way for us to seek
resolution to our inner conflicts within ourselves and accommodation
with the waking world around us. We seldom have any recollection of
our sleep dreams, and if we can recall them or pieces of them, their
meaning is almost always hidden from us.
The
third of the trinity of dreams is what prompted this entry: those
dreams which are conceived in the mind of individuals—artists,
musicians, and writers and translated into words and sounds and
images which build bridges between individuals and between the
individuals and our collective culture. Born in a single mind, they
can go on to encompass us all. John Philip Sousa, for example, is
said to have dreamed every note of “The Stars and Stripes Forever”
on a ship returning from Europe on Christmas Eve, 1896.
Books
are the writer’s dreams set to paper: I know mine are. They are
formed, as are all dreams, in the imagination while, for the most
part, the writer is awake. And unlike sleep dreams, the writer has
some degree of control over them. If unable to direct the dream’s
every aspect, at least the writer can consciously influence them by
nudging them in certain directions. But for writers like myself, it
is the mind which frequently overrides writer's original intentions,
and takes the story where it wants it to go. A relatively few writers
are able, and prefer, to plot out every single step and detail of a
story before actually sitting down to write. It works for J.K.
Rowling, who has made more money from putting her dreams of Harry
Potter on paper than I will ever see in ten lifetimes. But it would
never work for me. The element of spontaneity, both in sleep dreams
and writing, is far too crucial for me.
To
use flowing water as an analogy, the detailed-plotting method seems
to be like one of Los Angeles’ drainage canals—straight as an
arrow and contained within concrete walls. I prefer mine to be like a
meandering river: I know where it’s going, but while I can see the
bends coming up, I have no idea what lies beyond them. And I am
always aware that I am not on the journey alone: the reader and I are
Huck and Jim on the raft, flowing through the story together. I can’t
imagine it being any other way.
People
frequently ask writers where they get the ideas for their books.
Whenever I'm asked, my answer is always the same: I quite honestly
have no idea. They just appear. I’ll be minding my own business,
thinking of almost anything except where my next story idea is going
to come from, when I’ll be aware of something rising to the surface
of my mind like a bubble in a tar pit. I’ll watch while it emerges
and forms a bubble of thought and finally bursts, leaving me with a
topic or plot idea. I love it!
For
me to try to explain how these bubbles form and exactly how I handle
them when they do appear is as impossible as explaining how we dream
what we dream when we’re asleep.
All
dreams are born and are nourished in the nursery of the subconscious,
and there they remain until they are ready to emerge, either as a
sleep dream or as a book or a painting or a sculpture or a symphony.
Dreams are our humanity, and I cherish them, whatever form they take.
Dorien's
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1 comment:
One of my friends, Patti, was having a massive dry spell in terms of writing. She knew she wanted to write a cowboy story, only it just wasn't coming to her. Anyway, I was chatting with her on the phone last night and she mentioned she'd gone to the kitchen, opened her refrigerator and saw two items; buttermilk (for pancakes) and a bottle of ranch dressing. Buttermilk Ranch was born and she's just received her cover art. Inspiration comes from strange places.
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