The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it. ~Jules Renard, “Diary,” February 1895
I used to believe this. Now, I know it’s not somewhere out there, in the air or cosmos. No, it’s here.
In the firing neurons of your thoughts, your dreams. Yes, the triggers are out there, but the actual story is inside, baby. It’s inside. The trick is learning to tap into it and to quiet all the stories mapping trails around it. Focus on them one at a time and though you may not find absolute perfect fashion, you’ll come damn close.