I write in angles. What does that mean? Let me try to explain. I like shapes and I like math. That is geometry for anyone not catching the anvils I am dropping. I start with an angle and make a shape from there. There is completeness in shapes. They come together eventually. But if the angles are not quite right, they come across as Picasso want-to-be’s. And while still beautiful in a freaky kind of way, most people will not get it.
In my case, my writing is the shape I am referring to. The fact that I have had a severe case of writers block is the issue and my angles are the reason. Well over a year ago, I started writing a book I call Children of the Resistance. The concept is excellent (I am biased), but I am stuck in chapter 14. I have tried to un-stick myself but each time I end up tangled in my crazy hair.
What does any of that have to do with angles and geometry? Glad you asked. Yesterday, I was very ill. I ran a high fever all day. I took a nap (is three hours really a nap?) but felt worse when I got up. The migraine was terrible, the body aches nearly unbearable, and the chattering teeth were just plain irritating. I made it until 9 but could go no more. So, I doped myself up with NyQuil and went to bed.
In my delirium, my book swam through my head from start to stuck corner. Each time my mind hit the corner like a Nascar driver rolling in flames. The pulsing flame roaring through my mind in waves of sickening pain. I ran through doing a stop-drop-and roll but never could get the fire all the way out. Yes, I know my tale is wacky but I am telling it how it happened in my delirium…deal with it. Each time I crashed and burned, just like my book.
At about midnight my fever broke. I know because I awoke to sweaty sheets and an epiphany. I sat staring at the ceiling for a minute as thoughts bombarded me. The gist of what they were… I am not Picasso, nor do I want to be. My angles are all wrong. And in my sickness, I found the right angles. For that, I am glad I was sick.
Hopefully, this burst of creativity will lend itself to a finished novel.
Peace, love and God’s will.