“… I never know where the next word is coming from …” – Flannery O’Connor, Habit of Being pg. 343
How do I enter in when I don’t know where I am trying to go?
Jump. Just jump and start making some stuff; a pile of material, a bunch of garbage. Later from the heap I can pick out scraps of value and rework them. But first job: make matter. No judgements. No stopping to edit. No looking back. Just keep moving.
My strategy thus far has been to put my hands on the keyboard, close my eyes, and say a bunch of silly nonsense words until images start presenting themselves to me. Then I write in the quickest lamest jot what I am seeing and hearing. For a couple hours I stream it out, kind of like bleeding or vomiting.
This has worked remarkably well. I am not hit with a mass of vision all once, but one image leads to another, leads to another, leads to another, and two thousand words later I find I have actually made some progress my imagination.