A friend of mine has been learning Aikido. He tells me that part of his technique is to sit quietly and imagine each movement: the curl of his fingers, the push of his palm. So that, when he stands to practice, they are already part of his body.
I have heard the same thing about sprinters. How they sit in the dressing room picturing each moment from the firing pistol to the finishing line. Over and over.
I was wondering how this might be applied to writing. At first, I thought about using it practise constructing a remaining plot or overcoming an obstacle. But then I thought, no. It would be to imagine the moment of creation. One where I sit with my laptop, relaxed but engaged, writing the details of a scene: a finger vase on a mantelpiece, the way a character pulls a hair away from her eye. Waiting for something to emerge.
Every day I do my three hundred words – I am nothing if not diligent. But sometimes it is like a race to the finish. Creation does occur, but perhaps it would be better to imagine it, not as words, but as a series of creative moments, relaxed but engaged. Waiting for miracles to occur.