When I look back at my own favorite stories, have often wondered where those inspired moments come from, what served as the incubator for a particular idea. I can sit for months with nothing more than mundane story lines bouncing around my head, and then out of the blue....
So I decided to self-monitor for my next 'inspiration' and see how it happened. Thinking back, I sense that it is the same process that has taken place before.
It started with a fairly bland plot; entertaining if written, but I debated whether it was worth my effort to write it out. As with all my stories, i wrote it in my head, night after night. As always in this process, I wish I could have captured half of what I 'never' wrote, but that of course never happens. In one of the iterations, a twist, a new angle appears. In my mind, I write the twist into the story, and start to focus on it; twisting it around, embellishing it, reworking it.
Then one night, I realise that the twist is the kernel, the original story the husk. Drop the husk, write the kernel. A eureka moment. I am then driven to write, but never find the time, the opportunity or the inspiration. The kernel starts to shrivel, I have to put it down on paper. Well past it's best sell date, I start to write. Stolen minutes from my work day, furtive email moments from my family time. Past it's prime, but I am driven, I have to do it.
The start is always labored; finding the right words, the tone that will set this aside. It's all about creating atmosphere, setting it up. The opening paragraphs take forever, but they have to be perfect. Like the husks that guard the kernel, without them the kernel shrivels. It's like breaking through a fog; suddenly I am beyond the opening. The storyline flows, the tone is set. Now it is about finding phrases that will resonate, twists within twists. A combination of three or four words that, when brought together, can tell a whole story.
Then it is over. Finding the spelling mistakes, eliminating redundancy, making the text crisp, the thoughts easy to follow.
I read it back, think "that was easy, why didn't i think of that in the first place."
I realise now that for me, inspiration isn't easy. It's not a brainwave, a flash of insight. It is a process of rework and rework, all in my head, until I finally get myself to commit it to paper. |