I’m on vacation this week, so my blog posts might be a bit erratic. We are vacationing on the coast of South Carolina on a beautiful and wonderfully quiet island called Harbor Island. It’s not far from the city of Beaufort.
One of the things I like most about being a writer is the fact my mind is always in ‘writer mode’. I’ll use a description given by award winning author Steven James when I heard him speak at BRMCWC a few weeks ago.
Someone in the audience asked him a question like this:
Steven answered (I’m paraphrasing), “If you don’t have ideas coming to you all of the time, then maybe the writing life isn’t for you. We writers are a weird bunch. We’re the kinds of people who stop in the middle of a walk to stare at a leaf because its’ coloring is unique. Or we’re the kinds of people who notice a man’s unusual gait and think of how we can describe it in a book.”
I’d also like to say that we’re the kinds of people who take a phrase we hear and spin it into a dialogue for a story, or overhear a conversation that perks a plot, or notice a quiet person at the pool and concoct a scenario about that person’s life.
Yes, we’re weird that way, but many times, that’s where stories come from. I can’t keep ideas out of my head. I don’t know about you, but I have tons more than I have time to write right now.
You know what happened?
A sudden CRAZY thought jumped into my head. What IF?
What if a perfect seashell was really a sea sprite who, when beached, turned into a perfect seashell to protect herself. Now she needed to be freed by someone tossing her back into the ocean? It makes NO logical sense, but that’s where my brain went.
Another thing happened as I walked along the shore this morning for a wonderful hour BY MYSELF! I came across a large, piece of wood which was formed like it belonged on a ship. One of those pieces that holds up a mast or something. My brain started jumping into writer-mode with that crazy phrase again… WHAT IF?
It was a piece of a shipwreck from one of the many pirates that scoured the seas along the South Caronlina Coast.
We are -but weird in a wonderful way.
In a way that makes living life….inspiring 🙂