FWIS (From Where I Stand) is a monthly piece I’m doing with Abby Mumford & Jessica Corra… all three of us are YA writers in different places in our journeys. Check out their links for this months FWIS from their point of view! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s something people look for everywhere. In music, movies, books, nature, other people…everywhere. Whenever you own up to writing, one of the first questions people ask is, “Where do you get your inspiration?”
I’m going to say something sacrilegious: I don’t believe inspiration is the real question. I believe the question is, when, for that split second a beautiful thought flits through your mind, what do you do with it?
All around us are little stories waiting to take shape – or flight. We’re all constantly retelling situations, rehashing old arguments, replaying love stories gone wrong, pondering what would have happenes, upgrading our own lives through our imaginations.
There, there is where the inspiration is. Not in finding those things, but in grabbing them.
I’d challenge anyone who claims to never be inspired.
Do you dwell in your thoughts? Do you let yourself live in those flit moments to see where they’ll go? Marinate them?
Are you prepared for them when they come? Do you keep a notebook or other way to record those ideas on hand?
Do you go back to them? Not every idea flies the first time, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t busy growing its wings.
Do you understand that every idea may not be the beginning or ending of a story? Maybe not even a turning point or the black moment. Sometimes it’s those beautiful, peaceful things we have to blink away that open us into a new world.
Do you take the time to play with ideas that can’t… or won’t… work? Sometimes the things we end up throwing away are the things we learn the most from. No writing is a waste. Every word written is a deeper skill built.
So, stop looking at the clouds and the stars and the moon and the sea and the flowers and wherever else it is that you look for your inspiration. Just like Dorothy found out, it was in you all along. Grab your gentle-mental butterfly net and grasp them as they flit by.