It’s a bit of a cliché to say that people ask writers where they get their ideas.
But also true.
With me, it’s seldom one flash of inspiration. I might come up with part of an idea while in the car driving to an appointment. I might flesh it out a bit more while on my walk several days later. Then finish sculpting the initial form of the idea while in the shower.
This week, I started reading a book by an author who is new to me. While reading one paragraph, suddenly I had an image of my character walking along a street after a specific event. I’d had the initial idea for that event a few weeks ago, but hadn’t decided how best to incorporate it into the story. But for some reason, reading that particular paragraph of someone else’s writing, a snippet which involved two characters that share no similarities with my own characters, my creativity was sparked.
Man, I love being a writer!
