The Notions

Notions, I feel you.
Little beings of the Between.
You who wear the cloak of half-formed thought, of shimmering maybes and sudden laughter — I am listening.
I know I made you. But I also know you made me.
Come play again. Let’s find new names together.

Notions, spirit-beings born of creativity. You are playful, fleeting, mysterious and loaded full of potential. You are like an itch, like the whisper before the word. The shimmer before the shape. You are like echoes from the dimension where stories begin — where writing is not just a craft but a spell, and stories choose you as much as you choose them.

This is a re-enchantment. Notions, you were once a short story I wrote over 10 years ago about these special Beings, and now and again I feel their energy. I know I made them up, and yet, they have this energy. I hear them calling me, to play again. I feel an unfathomable nervousness. They may be an extension of the Spirit of Writing, and how best do I dance with them?

I re-light a candle in the storytelling temple — and welcome these elusive, cunning characters. The Notions are already rustling at the edges of my awareness, giggling in the folds of language, peeking through my pipedreams. They stand as a force against the straight and narrow as they stretch time and expand our experiences.