Vivid imagination - a curse
Now here’s the thing: It hadn’t felt like lying to me. My vivid imagination had gotten the better of me and I had spun a tale, but I hadn’t exactly told a lie. In a mix of loving a fantastic adventure and actually believing that magic like this was possible, I had shared what was on my mind. Little had I known that other children were not like me, that she would be unable to recognize the story for what it was. From that day on, I fought to understand that I was different and that stories were best kept to my mind or books…
Vivid imagination - a blessing (in disguise)
A vivid imagination also helps with the important advice of “show, don’t tell” that authors should heed. If you write down that a character is a loner, the reader may or may not believe it. If you describe her curled up with a book alone at home while everyone else is out and about partying, or if you share a scene of awkward social interaction, it’s much more believable and comes alive.
Sometimes, letting your imagination run free is a wonderful way of escaping. When I feel sad or bored, when I can’t sleep or when I need to distract myself from something unpleasant, I switch to imagination mode and get lost in my own little world, most of the time focusing on a story idea or reliving things read.