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IT’S EASY TO PLAY ALONG WITH #WQWWC
This weekly writing challenge runs from Wednesday through Tuesday. The only rule is to use a quote. If you want to participate, create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. Be sure to link to the most recent post not my page. I don’t see links to my page.
What is Imaginary?
Since writer’s choice is up to you, I’ll start in on the optional topic of the week – imaginary – the backbone of fiction writing. However, the word imaginary can take you so much further.
Photographs are imaginary?
As photographs give people an imaginary possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people to take possession of space in which they are insecure.Susan Sontag
I don’t know about you, but this quote got my imagination galloping in many directions. I hadn’t considered photographs as imaginary, had you? But most of mine are enhanced in some way now. Even unenhanced, photos give us such a tiny glimpse of the reality that happened in front of our eyes on that day. My husband and I imagined we saw an alligator swimming along the shoreline.
Unlike Susan Sontag, I didn’t think the past is unreal. It’s incomplete. It’s a fraction of a lot of things that aren’t in the picture. But what if you visit a distant place unfamiliar to you. What are those pictures, in truth – real or imaginary? Are you going to remember everything the guide said? What if you didn’t have a guide? So when I look at one of your pictures, it might be imaginary to me, but not to you.
What about photographers? They take pictures of someone else’s reality all the time. I have thousands of pictures of Kiwanis events featuring pictures of people whose names I don’t even know.
What About Numbers? Are All Numbers Real?
I taught elementary school with a few extra math courses for fun, but these next quotes make my head spin.
The more science I studied, the more I saw that physics becomes metaphysics and numbers become imaginary numbers. The farther you go into science, the mushier the ground gets. You start to say, ‘Oh, there is an order and a spiritual aspect to science.’Dan Brown
Adam and Eve are like imaginary numbers, like the square root of minus one… If you include it in your equation, you can calculate all manners of things, which cannot be imagined without it.Philip Pullman
It now appears that the way the universe began can indeed be determined, using imaginary time.Stephen Hawking
Politics Might Be Imaginary
The crusade against Communism was even more imaginary than the specter of Communism.A. J. P. Taylor
In my pre-teen years my father had a box full of books in the floor of his closet about the “Red Scare.” I doubt that he read the books thoroughly, or studied opposing thought. He would talk about the news and his views of Communism. Somehow he made a deep impression on me about the evils of Communism before I was even old enough to know what politics were.
According to educational research I’ve read, some of these early impressions even after years of high level study may never disappear.
These quotes came from Brainy Quotes along with pages and pages of others. I just spent an hour relaxing and expressing my quote-focused thoughts with you. That is the essence of #WQWWC.
My Imagination Saved My Life
My reality has some imaginary aspects to it as well and I’ll just share for a second because the entire episode of having what is called VTE (deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolisms – blood clots in my lungs) has been unreal. It all started with a dream.
Vince and I attended this event on August 27. On September 15th at 1:00 am I felt like this event happened to me in a dream.
Asleep on the night of September 14th, I saw flowers coming off the wall onto the floor and up my leg. They hurt. I woke up and my leg really hurt. When I hobbled to the light in the living room, I could see that my leg had bloomed to twice its size. After hours of icing, nothing had changed. The flowers had won.
A trip to the ER to have an ultra sound, ended up being a four-day stay the local hospital. Morphine kept me in my dreamy state of crawling flowers until blood thinners and other miracle medicines worked on my deep vein thrombosis and the pulmonary embolisms in both lungs. A doctor later told me that early detection saved my life.
Did I dream it or was that real?
Really, I’m Doing Well
I can’t imagine what the next step is for me in this saga. Two surgeries are complete. I walk as much as possible, getting up every hour to hobble around the house and once a day go for a longer walk on a flat surface to keep my knee surgeon happy. Today we went to Costco, the $200 store where I bought new large pair of sweats and PJs to fit both legs comfortably.
I still cough a lot when I talk too much – ok lesson learned. (NOT!) My leg may take up to six months to retreat to it’s former overweight size – or it may never go back. It’s too big for compression socks, which are a must and my legs turned a deep rusty color in places. So now I’ll work on that problem.
Good news: I’m loosing weight a little every day as I cut out sweets and replace them with more chicken, vegetables, and protein shakes. Each day I drink eight or more glasses of water. No more pneumonia medicine and I only had one Tylenol today.
And I’m happy. How are you?