"You can't wait for inspiration. Sometimes you have to go after it with a club." ~ Jack London
That, in essence, is my problem. I wait for inspiration.
I’ve worked on a science fiction romance for well over two years . . . maybe
three. I’ve lost count. Something is wrong with the story. Hang on. It’s not
the story. It’s the author. She’s waiting for inspiration. 😊
A new story is like a birthday present. I can’t wait to tear off the paper and see what’s inside. A new story comes to me in the oddest ways. Sometimes, it’s in a dream . . . or in that twilight just before sleep when my mind drifts. Most nights, my mind races from one thing to another. What I need to do the next day, what I forgot to do, what I need to add to the grocery list.
But when my mind settles down and clears, ideas float through. If I were organized, I’d write down the idea, using the lighted pen my friend gave me. Big problem. I have no idea where that pen is. Besides, if I did find pen and paper, I’d wake up, and my mind would start racing again. Who wants that? Besides, if the idea is strong enough, I’ll remember it in the morning. Usually.
The idea is the best part of the new story. It’s shiny, new—squirrel. Like the lovable dog in the movie Up, I’ll chase that new idea, leaving the old one behind.
If I were disciplined, I would jot down the new idea then return to the old story. The story I need to finish first. Wonderful advice. If I followed it, my story would be done.
Why am I not writing?
Am I waiting for my Muse to use her cattle prod? Is she whispering “Open the file” but Netflix is so loud I can’t hear her? Or is it easier to let life’s stresses grab a hold of my mind?
All of the above?
I’m open to any suggestions on getting inspiration back into my mind. Anyone have a club?