You know that moment when a sudden burst of inspiration hits you?
Suddenly you know what to paint. To say. To dance. To sing. And in my case, to write.
And then, just as quickly as it came, it disappears.
Just.
Like.
That.
As soon as that moment happens, you know your life may never be the same. That idea could have changed everything. Or not. It was probably just some dumb idea, right? That's just what we tell ourselves to make us feel better about losing a portion of our genius. So why don't we write them down? I bet all you smartlings out there actually do. But I like to ponder things before I put them on paper (and I usually don't have paper handy)...which tends to get me in trouble. Which is why I'm writing about how I forgot what I was going to write about. Both for the blog, and the novel I plan to start writing...someday.
I think about this all the time. We're going to talk a lot about this later. Inspiration. Where does it come from? How do we recognize it? How do we capture it?
ReplyDeleteI capture everything that comes to me on my iPod touch. Ideas for stories, lessons, poems, whatever. I write down songs I want to buy, books, whatever. If I didn't, they'd disappear forever.