As strong and as prevalent as the sunlight is, you’d think it
could penetrate deep into the woods, but it doesn’t. The farther you travel into the forest, the
darker it can become.
The same is true for thoughts. There are some writers who have gone far
beyond the shadows, where even sound becomes an intrusion. The snap of a twig has startled even the bravest
thinker.
When you’ve reached the very edge of creativity, and yet still
continue on, there is no telling what has caused that twig to snap or from
which direction the sound has come.
The secret to it all is finding your way back. You need a strong recollection of just where
you saw the sunlight. Was it over
there? Was it back that way? By now, you have lost all track of time. The weight of your backpack seems to have
increased, along with your hunger.
Did you tell anyone where you were going? Does anybody know how to find you? You mustn’t panic. What would Stephen King do, or Rod Serling?
No! You can’t just copy someone
else. You must find your own way. Think.
Think.
1 comment:
Should have tied a string to the car door handle when you parked the car.
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