In The Beginning
To begin something is both an exciting and terrifying venture.
The blank white page offers a writer infinite possibilities, and room for imagination to take root. hese ideas are conjured up without the many mistakes that will almost certainly be found in their execution. The blank page is a place of safety for the writer. Sure, there may not be any work done, but the imagined work is perfect. This is the anticipation felt by anyone in any remotely creative field. At this point the anticipation of creating something is unaffected by the realities of human error, ability or limitations.
And then comes the terror- the inevitable burden of progress that comes with any work. Only effort and mistakes can bring a work from imagined to realized. The fact that a finished work, whether it`s a novel, an article, or an image looks little like the goal we envisioned at the outset is disheartening to say the least. Once we have begun something, it is either finished (while looking different than we had thought) or abandoned. Few people are gifted, determined and stubborn enough to achieve a perfect execution of an idea. And even if we had such an ability, would that be a good thing?
Much of what we see when we read a book or article is progressive. The bulk of the text is cut, changed and obsessed over until we are finally allowed to see it. As well, the very ideas that are presented are the result of the author's interactions with the original ideas, and what they have already crafted. Writing, at least to me, is the continuous building of layer upon layer. I don't want to have a savant-like skill in perfect execution, as some of the most interesting literary steps of my own have been mistakes.
Even taken from the view of the reader, beginnings are some of the most exciting parts of a work. The feeling of discovery when we stumble upon an author or character that eally resonates with us is often lost in later parts, where the author rightly assumes that we have identified them. It is the beginning that leads us to the climax and falling action, and which causes us to feel real emotion at the thought of leaving an imaginary character that we have never, or will never meet. This is the business of beginnings.
And here we are, at a beginning.