In the dream I’d just figured out what I’d been doing wrong all this time or what I was missing. It was so clear and I couldn’t remember being so excited about it. Unlike usual it was still vivid in my awakening head – I mean I could see myself writing with brand new confidence but couldn’t remember exactly why. But the lessons began to trickle in and the reality might just be better than a dream.
Well it all comes back to the same issue: going way too fast. Skimming surfaces. Rushing into a dark foreign room and trying to rearrange the furniture without turning on the light and trying to get it done before sunrise. Mistaking a sketch for a completion. Not taking the mental time to get to know as much of everything as possible (applies across the board: fictions, poetics, nonfictions….).
Again: these are very slow-going endeavors. Maybe it’s part of the good-news-bad-news process: the more that is learned…. or if what is known now was known at the outset….? The more one learns the harder one see it is – yet the journey has come far too far to turn back.