Every story does not start perfectly.
It all begins like a lump of rough clay.
The clay needs to be touched and shaped,
Then thrown onto the potter’s wheel.
The Potter has an idea, that he can “feel”.
What pottery of what shape and size,
Will form, on the wheel, who can tell?
The Potter’s wheel keeps turning,
As the potter keeps forming the clay,
As he or she transforms balls, into lumps,
Into shapes rough and unsightly on the day.
Till the clay begins to take a shape,
One that we recognize so perfectly.
Like a potter, we grab the idea,
That flies past us in the air.
We throw those ideas onto our wheel.
The whirring wheels of imagination and creativity.
With every turn of those wheels, we shape stories.
Every story is a part of our life and its mysteries.
Nicely said ... But surely not every story begins as a lump of clay... Many begin as a series of clues, snippets, rumours, secrets ... And you have to collect them, analyse them and begin to piece them together like a jigsaw ...