In the deepest well of the writer’s imagination is all the good and evil of the universe. In this we must be adherents of Carl Jung. In many of my preceding blogs about the art of writing (should that really be the psychology of writing?) I am taken with what that Jung proposes: there is something beyond the mechanical, projected, intentional in our scribbling. Derrida talks of ‘meaning leaking’ from our work no matter how much we try to control it. The universal unconscious is, indeed, the deepest well where everything lurks, good or evil, fantastical or prosaic. The more we write and allow ourselves to trust this repository of human experience, the more we will drag, dripping from its depths, stuff beyond our ken – and the ken of humankind.
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