I love where writing ideas come from (although I can’t
explain how they surface).
Disclaimer* This is a glass-of-red-wine-blog, late on an
evening. Be aware of this. Typos guaranteed. Inane ramblings, a certainty.
Sitting, chilling… half-heartedly researching… happy with a
consistent approach to writing in the last couple of weeks, while at the same
time, being massively challenged by the ‘entire’ concept of this latest novel. Seriously,
some days, it’s like combining University Challenge with an Iron Man run, while
secretly putting your wild-card bid in as a Strictly contestant. But I do
like a challenge.
Straight to this blog: story ideas are mysteries.
When new ideas present from out of nowhere – me, being me -
I spend as much time deciphering their origin, as much as the idea itself,
especially if it’s a bonafide golden nugget of a conduit idea. By this,
I mean… a golden fleece that seems to weave together many different components.
When this happens, it leaves me with huge questions; two in particular:
(1)
How do they surface?
(2)
Where do they surface from?
Surfacing from our subconscious, our past
experiences, plain old inspiration, or somewhere more divine – the collective
conscience - etc? Even though I purport to a more psychological approach in
understanding, it still leaves me with a profound sense of wonder.
Seriously (Thank you, Shiraz), their origin can sometimes be
beautiful, or at least – in my merry state – I believe they are; and we’re
reeling them in from the ocean of “where”, exactly? Absolutely fascinating.
Countless times you cast the rod, and wait… and wait… (walk
the bank, stand-on-your head, play bass, play chess etc)… and you’re still in
the position where you end up tugging up minnows. But then occasionally you feel
the line pull on the unexpected. Instinct tells you: this could be big. You
thought it might be a trout, but in actual fact, you just reeled… the most
beautiful, deadliest catch.
Time for the most arduous, gruelling and gorgeous war. Time
to drag that prize on to land.
I guess, in conclusion, I’m still enamoured (and confounded)
by how all this writing stuff works, while being a willing participant to the
ride. Keep writing folks; it does you the world of good!
(Forgive me for all the allegory in this post; that’s what wine
does 😊It’s
all ‘Trope central’, and I am aware of this. Ha Ha,)
