Most of the time, writing is a tedious process of sitting down in front of a computer, analyzing my outline, determining the motivations of my characters, and then pounding the keyboard until I have a complete scene or chapter. Meaning, it’s hard work. If you want to be a professional writer, you have to write every day, whether you feel like it or not. I’ve learned to force myself to write, whether I feel like it or not (But there’s bad TV on! And a new chick lit book on my Kindle! And I’m still recovering from mono! /Luke-whine). Most of the time, once I sit down I get into a groove and I end up liking what I write. Well, at least I don’t think that it sucks.
But sometimes, inspiration strikes and I have to stop what I’m doing to jot down an idea. I mostly have these moments of utter brilliance in one of three places: in the shower (which makes writing down my idea quite difficult), while driving (thank the maker for iPhone voice memo), or while falling asleep.
Last night, it was the third. I had an epiphany about a future story idea as I was nodding off and my eyes snapped open and I was like “whoa!” I had to get my phone and jot down notes before they flew out of my mind. (Which was a good thing, because this morning I’d almost forgotten them all.)
I’ve had this story idea floating around in my mind for a long time and knew that one day I’d get around to it, and figure out how to make it work. Now I have a place to start, and it’s shot to the top of my writing list even though I my writing schedule is filled for the year. (Insert raspberry noise here.)
Oh well. Just like conquering writers block, I will put this idea aside until the time is right to write it. Or until the muse attacks me, sits me in front of the laptop, and forces me to write it. Because while I no longer need the muse to write, she still takes over my brain whenever she wants.
I love being a writer.