This is something that has been bouncing through my mind for a while now. As writers, we see inspiration all around us. Very rarely does it fail us.
I like to keep a stock pile of draft posts for my blog so that I can pick one and off I go. There are times when I get down to the last couple of saved post prompts, and think… blimey, I have no idea what I am going to write about. Then, sure enough by the end of the day, I have been hit by the inspirational stick and find myself with a healthy list of topics to discuss.
However, have you ever taken the time to think about inspiration. Not just what it is, but where it comes from. What is it inside us that sees it. Also, is this ability a gift, or a curse.
We have all been there, sitting down with family and friends, then suddenly, someone says something, or something happens around and BAM!!
Inspiration strikes. More often than not, unless you happen to be surrounded by similarly minded people, you will be the only one hit with this sudden burst of creative genius. Is this something we are born with, or rather something that we learn and develop over time.
Sure, the ability to conjure up stories and find inspiration in the natural flow of life around you is great, but there are times when it leaves me wonder if it is more of an affliction.
The case in point was a new article I was reading online. It was a horrible article about a mother that had killed her own children and left them in suitcases in the attic of her parents home. There were several bodies, killed over a period of time… they were babies.
While this appalled me beyond belief, at the same time, that pesky light-bulb went off in my head and I came away from the computer with a rock solid idea for a short story that I plan on writing.
Tell me, is it just me that seems to find inspiration from such tragic tales, or is it merely a macabre side effect of being a writer, and therefore beyond my control?
The writer stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
Put far too many story ideas inside his head.