When did I stop daydreaming? It’s something I’ve valued all my life. Something I’ve always known the importance of. Was it when I started writing – desperate to get every thought down on the page? Not to let an idea untether itself from me and float away across the paddy field, a wisp getting caught around a grave in the cemetery or lost in a grain of rice.
Today I feel I want that calm in my life that daydreams gives me. And I want those daydreams to skip across the ocean and get lost in the undulating waves, where they belong. Because grasping these thoughts close, writing them all down, has amounted to a mountain of paper – lined with words, all to be boxed up with the idea that one day I will sort through them. When really some of them should have been allowed to drift!
The Psychology Of Daydreaming
“Deliberate daydreaming is a necessary art for anyone in the business of generating fresh ideas and then living them or making a living from them.”Jeffrey Davis.
Sounds like the perfect thing for a writer to spend time doing then!
And so I make time for the daydreaming as I sit at my writing desk. Between editing the penultimate chapter of my book I listen to the ocean’s angry roar or slump on the sofa on my balcony daydreaming on the waves as the next scene floats to me. It swoops in just below my angel sculpture, which hangs above me and suddenly the scene makes sense.
Once my daydreams were of this life, the life I have now. I used to dream that I lived by the ocean, with my very own pool. I dreamed of swimming in that pool with my husband and playing in it with my two daughters.
I have everything I dreamed of. I take time to be thankful for that everyday.
The Next Dream
My next dream is to see my books in an airport bookstore. All seven of them on a shelf, one of them already a Netflix show.
A show that inspires women to love each other, to seek out friendships, to delight in estrogen. A book that helps men understand that women are more than ovaries and Tupperware. We are powerful beings and we can help them to become more like us!
I use daydreaming to solve the problems of my book. To get into my characters minds, as well as my own. My daydreams take me across the ocean as I follow the flight of the egrets. I travel through the sun’s rays and into the stars, through other people’s dreams, I wave goodbye to the souls floating from their bodies up to the light. I fly and fly and fly, full circle and land back on my balcony with ideas for my characters, with half sentences in my mind or with plot twists revealing themselves.
Of course I still need to write, but although I am writing more now than ever before, at this stage it is with discipline and order. My writing is clearer, sharper, more sinister. That’s how it should be.
I write the violence and the struggles of another woman’s life and finally I know these stories are her stories, not my stories and not my therapy. Instead they are my book. They are fiction and lies and they belong to Georgie Lanson – my villain, my anti-hero, the character that I love to listen to the most.