Within any system of nature, there exists something called, “the strange attractor effect.” It’s akin to that moment in the creative process when we sense something trying to form out of the chaos. Chaos is the feeding ground for the emergence of regular, self-forming, coherent patterning. In other words, form and structure arise naturally from chaos.
So what’s the job of the writer? It’s to remain with the chaos until we can find the shape in it. And this, my friends, is exactly the point at which many would-be writers throw in the towel.
When I’m working a particularly tricky piece, I visit it daily, but only for a few moments. Each time I visit, I jot down anything I sense emerging. Often it’s just fragments, but by staying with the piece, and not allowing myself to be overwhelmed by the “not knowing,” the “knowing” becomes clearer
And then, as if by magic, I am not longer reeling in a pool of possibilities–I find that it all quite mysteriously makes sense.