{"id":610,"date":"2008-08-27T14:01:10","date_gmt":"2008-08-27T18:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=610"},"modified":"2008-08-27T14:01:10","modified_gmt":"2008-08-27T18:01:10","slug":"creating-in-the-margins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2008\/08\/creating-in-the-margins\/","title":{"rendered":"Creating in the Margins"},"content":{"rendered":"

After yesterday’s post<\/a> about and the tendency of things to break down along edges, I was reminded this morning about the other side of the matter: the tendency of interesting and indeed surprising things, good<\/em> things, to happen between two adjacent experiences.<\/p>\n

A few weeks ago, I set myself a general writing objective (to write a story with a given first and last sentence) and a specific deadline: Labor Day, September 1 (this Monday). I had plenty of other stuff to do in the meantime, but my main motivation was a sort of writer’s guilt. I was bothered, see, that I’d been so distracted by other stuff (marketing Merry-Go-Round<\/em>, blogging, and then of course I do have a day job, a wife, and books to read!) — so distracted by all that stuff that I hadn’t been able to write something new<\/em>.<\/p>\n

(Well, I did write myself a few sentences into a MGR<\/em> sequel. But that wasn’t “real” writing.)<\/p>\n

The main effect of this objective was, alas, not<\/em> that I sat down, raised the lid of my inkwell, and began to write<\/a>. The main effect was to foster a different and somewhat more exquisite sort of writer’s guilt: the guilt of not-writing when you know you quote-unquote “have to.” Especially when under your own deadline (you know you can’t weasel out). Especially when you publicly announced your deadline (you know everyone will know, even if you do try to weasel out).<\/p>\n

So this morning I’m lying in bed. The alarm has gone off once, been snoozed, and gone off (and been snoozed) again. I’m kind of semi-conscious. It’s 5 a.m.<\/p>\n

Then a picture starts to form behind my eyelids: A man in a cabin, dusting something off, it’s not his cabin but someone else’s… Wait, no, that’s not dust — it’s snow… He picks up a scrap of paper and reads it… He finds another scrap of paper, and reads it, and sometime later he finds an old photograph…<\/em><\/p>\n

…and so on, to the end.<\/p>\n

There, in the crevasse between waking and sleeping (or between pokes at the snooze button, if you will), there I found my story.<\/p>\n

I’ve always loved the sensation of falling asleep, even more than I like sleeping itself (which I love quite a bit!). But the transition to wakefulness can bring its own rewards.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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