When I was younger, I used to think that I had a finite number of stories I would be able to tell in my life. As if there was a limit on novel ideas or inspirations for short stories that my brain would allow itself to spit out. The reason for this was I could go weeks or months without a single idea spark. You know, that moment where the muse hits you and you say “Hey I could expand on that” or “What if this had happened instead?” They were few and far between for me.
Over the past few years, I have come to realize that these sparks have always been there and I just wasn’t looking hard enough to find them. They hide in strange and simple places. You have to realize that even something like a remembered childhood experience or a unique fortune cookie can open new worlds.
What are some sparks you have had? What kind of gateways have they opened?
Till next time,