Not so oddly, my personal vision seems to surface regardless of the image I choose. No need to worry about getting lost at this juncture. It is out of the chaos that I discover my motif-the theme or subject of my composition, whether it be musical or literary. Now I have a first draft in front of me-my clay, my musical notes to shape. Because there is a subconscious necessity for order, the pyrotechnics and wild impulses of the first draft now need to be harnessed, the shaping process begun.
Art is a process of adapting things in the natural world for the uses of human life.
As with the black quarter and white half notes on the five-lined staff, I find the shape of the music or the direction of the writing from the material itself. I examine the words I've put on paper and try to find urges or impulses in the story. I turn to the first draft of my written manuscript with similar questions. When I find these sections, I mine them. This passage is an important moment.