This is my monthly post as part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, a great group of supportive writers, helping one another through our writing ups-and-downs.
As I was sitting in one of my most magical places I was reminded of one of the challenges I sometimes have with my writing. There are many, to be sure; trying to fight through the “shoulds” and the easier brainless activities being two that have given me particular struggle lately.
But one that comes back again and again in my life is the thought that I need the right inspiration. I think about all those times where I’ve put a story aside because I just don’t have the inspiration. When I go out in search of the right place, the right time, the right activity, that will launch me into a perfect place for writing.
There are times in my life when that search has worked… but they are rare. When I think about it, really think, it’s far more common that inspiration comes when it is least convenient -in the middle of a class or workshop, when I’m drifting off to sleep, as I’m driving somewhere, in the middle of a show or when I’m in a conversation.
Where I went camping a few weeks back was one of those places that has often inspired me. Stories come through in that place, characters seem more vivid and alive. One of the things I love about camping there is that I can step away from everything, sit with no expectations on my and just let the story flow.
Of course, if I go there with that expectation then it doesn’t happen.
And then today, I’m at a conference in Arizona, and had certainly not expected anything of the fiction-writing inspiration to appear. But as I finish this post, looking out from my hotel room balcony, I find the stories stirring and know that the magic has found me – even when I’m not looking.