Revelations or Epiphanies or Something
I had a couple of “mini-revelations” yesterday. I love those. I won’t call them epiphanies, exactly, but they’re big for me.
One is this: There is no perfect writing topic/subject/job for me. I just like to write, period. I like to write about almost anything. The key is (and this is the second mini-revelation) that
In order to be inspired I need to be immersed.
I need input, and lots of it, to create a continual flow of output. Otherwise I just kind of run dry.
The Input for Inspiration
For me, that best input comes in three forms.
The first is the written word.
I need books, articles, thoughtful and inspiring blogs, poems that shake my heart up, novels that wrap me up in another world, how-tos and tutorials and ideas and magazines and newspapers and quotes and lists and letters and journals. I love to learn and I learn best from the written word. When I learn, I get excited about sharing; my brain takes the new information and races off with it in a hundred directions. I can’t move my pen fast enough to jot down my thoughts.
The second is nature. Outside. Outdoors. Walking, hiking, throwing down a blanket and playing with Zeke in the sunshine. Tromping the trails with Mara and Robbie, showing them the first daffodil, the silent, faithful, soft green moss, the flattened, sweet-smelling grass where the deer sleep. Something about – no, everything about – the real, beautiful, fresh and muddy world is refreshing to my soul and my brain. Being outdoors is when all those words start percolating in my mind, start mixing with my dreams and hopes and values, start bubbling up into new ideas and thoughts and hopes that just need to be shared.
The third is conversation. Talking with my husband, my best friends, or strangers gives me windows into how other people process and think. My husband will come up with completely different spins on what I hear and read. I share a little idea with him, and together we toss it around, critique it, expand it, change it, name it, morph it like a ball of Silly Putty.
Conversations with dear friends are the same way; they expand my thinking, my perspective, my whole world. And strangers! Don’t get me started on this. I love talking to strangers. I think I scare them sometimes. But I’m fascinated by how people think and live, by what they do and feel and how they view the world. When I start talking to strangers, I walk away with ideas for articles and books just popping out of my head. (This may be why people run away from me in the parking lot. Hm.)
No Waiting on the Muse
The result of these mini-revelations is one big thought: I control my own inspiration. This is huge, as a writer. I don’t have to wait to “be inspired” from some mysterious force. I have identified what inspires me most, and most consistently. I just need to grab that stuff when I’m feeling dry. I need to make sure that those sources of inspiration are a huge part of my life.
So what’s your inspiration? What’s your source? What gets you ticking? And how can you make room for more of it in your life?
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{from 14 April 2009} Last night we had a date night at the Park Board meeting… and took Zeke along, just for good measure. The ladies did the grandmotherly ooh-aah, the men cleared their throats, and we got down to business. Park business.