There is a small window of time in which our eyes capture the opening to a story like we capture that one look in each other’s eyes that tells us we are falling for each other. That one quiet moment that leads to a knowing smile, a kiss, or more. That one quiet moment also starts my writing spurt.
That is my space.
In my mind.
You can sit down and write anywhere but if your heart and soul are not into it you do not get any words on paper. You can be surrounded by the most intriguing people and be fascinated by what they wear, say, or sing. But that doesn’t mean that you can translate your sensations into words. That translation moment is my writing space.
Your senses can get overloaded with smells, sounds, dreams, and visuals. They all lead to the urge to jot down sentences or keywords. Your fingers reach for pen and paper of they grab a tablet. But then there’s a halt.
Something stops the translation from sensations to words. It is as if the fuse is disconnected for a moment and no current goes through. That moment tells you there is no space.
You hand may cramp around your pen or you start doodling. You may type but you do not type anything related to what you just saw and felt.
You stare at the visual that sparked the urge and desperately try to get that feeling back so you can write about it, but the moment is gone. So when the opportunity presents itself, let the quiet unfold.