It’s Not Exactly a Metaphor…
But what I was trying to come up with yesterday, or earlier this week, that of a fallen leaf frozen in clear ice, seemed to have some evocative depth. It might still, but I can’t find the right way to make it do what I want it to do. That’s the flow state; when a few minutes of writing turns into 45 minutes or an hour trying to fit a vision or an idea into a structure. Sometimes, like in this case, I have to let go of the idea, but it’s always worth a few minutes to see. It’s almost like trying to put a puzzle together without seeing the picture, or, rather that the picture won’t appear until all the pieces are in place.