Gregory Alan Isakov, one of my favorite musicians, once described his writing process as less an act of structuring a story and finding a way to put it into his songs, but more a practice like describing a dream after you’ve woken up from it. You’re left with bits – these images that stand out and persist into the waking world and you’re left to try and sort through them while they’re fading away all the same.
I feel like that sometimes. I use vague slips in my work a lot – stop just short of describing a place, a feeling, a thing, and drop a “something” instead because the image isn’t completely clear to me. It’s something floating in the haze – I can guess at what it is, but I can never be too sure.