In
the past, I’ve blogged about why I write.
Today, I thought I’d blog about what inspires me to create written
pieces and what I then do with whatever I’ve thought up.
Driving
along last night, the sky was a dark canvas background infused with lighter,
though still dark clouds silhouetted in the foreground. The clouds weren’t moving. They just hung there in the sky, non-animated
billowy clumps that got the creative gears in my brain to begin working
overtime.
Within
minutes, I began writing as I continued to gaze at the clouds, transfixed by
their magnitude, beauty and ominous suggestions. Though some would have needed paper and pen
or a computer on which to scribe their thoughts, mine instead flowed into
comprehensive writing that got etched into the catacombs of my brain.
I
do this form of writing on a regular basis.
I don’t jot down notes to remind me of what I’ve dreamt up. Notes aren’t necessary. In fact, I’ve found that as soon as I pen
notes, whatever I’ve thought up vanishes into a poof of nothingness, all
creative ideas forever lost as a result.
So
how do I keep a firm grip on whatever my creative brain has conjured up? Easy, least for me. I store my writings in the recesses of my
brain, allowing them to seep into the lining of my brain cells, forever
infusing themselves there until when I someday get around to writing them down.
I
did this with my first book Little Girl
Lost, the first fifteen pages of which I actually wrote down when I was
fifteen years old. The rest I made a
rough mental outline for that stayed stored in my mind until when I had the
time to begin jotting it down in my early forties.
Let’s hear it for long-term
memory…!
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