Confessions From A Moleskine - World Of Imagination

I spend a lot of time inside my head. I had always been lonely. Given that I had a story to tell. I was never alone within the world of my characters.1

The hours I had slaved over them. The hours both ecstatic and depressing. They had always been the bases of something magical. My only life dream I have in regards as a career. The only one I will every truly desire more than desire itself.2

When I was young I had an imaginary friend. I could never see him physically, but It didn't mean that he wasn't there. I used to talk to him every night. Especially when I was scared. I knew he wasn't real, but pretending he was meant that I wasn't alone and even when I was talking to thin air, it was better as a young child to feel safe and loved rather than remind myself that I was making him up.3

His name was Clunk. He will to be a character in one of my poems, short stories or novels one day. Maybe the boy who couldn't speak because he was deaf. Or maybe he chooses not to speak. Maybe someone threatened Clunk and he has to say nothing to one day he realizes that he is not real. That he is make believe inside a child's mind.4

When I turned Sixteen I had an imaginary friend named Lacey. Lacey was a dancer. Who loved playing kingdom hearts and pen palling my friend Axel's imaginary friend Miles. Lacey was in love with miles. Miles was gay. Then it got me asking.5

What if Lacey wasn't gay? What is he was a girl who could not dance and had difficulty reading and writing. Then she met Miles and promised to keep in touch with him. But she didn't want to tell Miles that she couldn't read or write because she was scared that he wouldn't be interested in having a 'stupid' friend like her.6

The point is that Lacey is still alive there somewhere in my subconscious mind. He lives and breaths and while he may not be alive yet. One day he will have his place in a story just like Clunk.7

Every person, every creature, every imaginary friend has its place somewhere. Imagination is a writer's best tool. 8

How many possibilities can you explore with just one fragment? A name? A face? A possibility? 9

The imagination of a writer's mind is limitless and freeing. I love spending time in my mind and meeting the wonderful characters who enrich my pages with their lives. It's never lonely in my mind anymore. 10

If I ever feel lonely, afraid, unmotivated and confused I just explore my mind. I invent a friend. I give him or her a name and listen to their story. I let them share their journey with me. I fall in love with them just like a mother and I watch them grow with dedication and inspiration. There is no other place I would rather be, but in the world of my imagination