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When the Lightening Strikes
Nov. 26th, 2019 08:10 amInspiration is such a subjective, unexpected, surprising thing. Ephemeral in its genesis and almost impossible to track in its totality. We can recall pieces of the elements that come together to inspire a work, but I don't think that we ever remember all of them.
Last night, right on the cusp of sleep, a light bulb went off and I found myself, not unusually, scrambling for a scrap of paper and a pen to scrawl out the opening of a CDTH fic. Since I finished the book, a scene has been continually turning over in my head, but I wasn't sure what the story was or how to get there. I jotted down notes and quotes and song lyrics. Listened to Bear (my Spotify playlist for the fantasy of all things love related) a couple of times and didn't really come up with much. I tried forcing the write and … nada. So, I closed my laptop. Got ready for bed. Snuggled down, closed my eyes, and WHAM!
The opening paragraphs and who knows why it decided to coalesce at that moment in time, all the desperate searching for inspiration melded together.
Maybe it was because I was relaxed?
Possibly.
I wasn't expecting it and it was all whatever cause I had other things to worry about. Namely getting enough sleep before work this morning and it was already nearly 11:30 and my alarm goes off at 4.
Whatever it was, It gave me a solid opening. Something to work from.
Who even knows why ...
Last night, right on the cusp of sleep, a light bulb went off and I found myself, not unusually, scrambling for a scrap of paper and a pen to scrawl out the opening of a CDTH fic. Since I finished the book, a scene has been continually turning over in my head, but I wasn't sure what the story was or how to get there. I jotted down notes and quotes and song lyrics. Listened to Bear (my Spotify playlist for the fantasy of all things love related) a couple of times and didn't really come up with much. I tried forcing the write and … nada. So, I closed my laptop. Got ready for bed. Snuggled down, closed my eyes, and WHAM!
The opening paragraphs and who knows why it decided to coalesce at that moment in time, all the desperate searching for inspiration melded together.
Maybe it was because I was relaxed?
Possibly.
I wasn't expecting it and it was all whatever cause I had other things to worry about. Namely getting enough sleep before work this morning and it was already nearly 11:30 and my alarm goes off at 4.
Whatever it was, It gave me a solid opening. Something to work from.
Who even knows why ...
