Yesterday, I had a vague splash of inspiration in the waters of my mind. A line that could have been from a poem ran through my mind, and it was gone in an instant because I had nothing to write it down on. I tried to repeat it to myself in order to commit it to memory, but it didn’t seem to want to be remembered.
Maybe you get those moments when you’re in the car, or somewhere where you can’t grab pen and paper and write things down. A pretty turn of phrase comes into your head and you say it out loud to yourself, and then it disappears. It may flutter back someday, but for the most part, you can assume that it’s gone forever.
Poetry ideas are like that. Story ideas might be a little more concrete, and I got one of those yesterday, too. I was actually smiling when I wrote it down because it fit so well with what I’m trying to do in the story. (Although I’m still unsure of where exactly to go with that particular story, but that’s an entirely different post.)
Interestingly enough, inspiration rarely comes when you’re ready for it or when you’re able to write it down. The best source of inspiration is to be out in life, doing things and taking your mind off writing… so perhaps inspiration comes from the subconscious mind. Give yourself time to live life. Step away from the computer and get inspired, then return to writing with even a vague idea or a little snippet of something. The biggest stories and the most hard-hitting poems can come from the smallest threads of ideas.
(And by the way, the picture is totally random and has nothing to do with the post. I just thought it was pretty – and it’s my favorite color.)