Pulling Taffy

Writing the novel that might never be is interesting this morning:

With some space around the process, I notice different threads of energy and activity:

• The imagination pipe, which rivers in the images and aesthetics and going ons from the Magic Place to here.
• The mechanical space. Have to take the imagination and transform it from river to stream; the rules and MRUs and goals and character bits - they are the shorline, giving the context
  
• The architectural space. The strategist works here, copying and pasting and moving and arranging

I can be free or stuck in any one of these places. Freedom is losing track of time and just doing. Stuck is tension; giving up; frustrated at the final and tied into ego.