We writers are a focused bunch. Focused and determined. I’ve had many a conversation with fellow writer friends about how consumed we can become in this whole writing thing. With blogging and working on stories and writer forums and brainstorming about new story ideas, one can easily spend as much or more time in this “world” than we do in the real one.
With the completion of Searcher, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to work on next. I think it’s safe to say that I was constantly thinking about it, batting around new ideas, tinkering with old ones. However, I kept running into a brick wall. It seemed the harder I tried to dig for a plan, the more muddled I became.
Then came this last week. I left the writing world for several days to focus instead on turkey and pie and big family game nights. I didn’t think much, if at all, about writing.
And you know what? Last night, out of the clear blue sky, with the whole writing world frankly miles away from my mind, an Idea struck me.
It’s been a good lesson for me. See, ideas should come from life. They should be inspired by our experiences and relationships. But the problem is, sometimes we writers are so focused in our world of writerly techniques and queries and researching the market and book deals and social networking with other writers that without realizing it, we’ve closed ourselves off to that life wherein the true ideas come.
So to any writer out there struggling with where to go and what to do, I would say: go live your life, and sooner than you might think that inspiration will find you.