I am in a place I have not been for many years. I do not know what to call this place, since it is not an actual place at all, but rather a place in the mind. After many years of dormancy, my imagination is awakening again. I am beginning to conceptualize ideas, characters, and themes that are slowly being structured into a narrative framework. In the coming months, I imagine I will begin recording the narrative in writing.
In the meantime, I am allowing these initial surges of creativity to play out. I do not spend much time consciously thinking about them - I simply let them all permeate. The best ideas or notions come to me as I walk to and from the train station before work and after my day at the university is done. It's a half-hour walk each way and during that time I let my mind wander as I traverse the farm fields that separate Fertőendréd, where I live, from Petőháza, the town in which I catch the train. I pass a cemetery, two churches, a stone statue of the Virgin Mary, and many houses and small-town businesses as I walk to and from the station, but I barely notice these things on a conscious level. I began walking to the train shortly after Christmas as part of an effort to get back and shape and keep myself fit, but physical exercise is no longer my primary motivation for walking to the train and walking home. During these walks, I am purely in the world of imagination. It's good to be back in this place of the mind again and I'm curious to know what the result of this most recent creative stirring will be.
In the meantime, I am allowing these initial surges of creativity to play out. I do not spend much time consciously thinking about them - I simply let them all permeate. The best ideas or notions come to me as I walk to and from the train station before work and after my day at the university is done. It's a half-hour walk each way and during that time I let my mind wander as I traverse the farm fields that separate Fertőendréd, where I live, from Petőháza, the town in which I catch the train. I pass a cemetery, two churches, a stone statue of the Virgin Mary, and many houses and small-town businesses as I walk to and from the station, but I barely notice these things on a conscious level. I began walking to the train shortly after Christmas as part of an effort to get back and shape and keep myself fit, but physical exercise is no longer my primary motivation for walking to the train and walking home. During these walks, I am purely in the world of imagination. It's good to be back in this place of the mind again and I'm curious to know what the result of this most recent creative stirring will be.
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