Science Fiction & Fantasy author
Go find a hat, either one you have not worn for a very long time or one that belongs to someone else. This is a magic hat. Put it on and sit until you feel the magic vibrate around and through you. Give it color, sensation, dimension; imagine that magic flowing into you, inspiring you. Sit until you can feel the flow. Then hold on to your bootstraps (figuratively, of course) and write.
Today you will write about discomfort. What does it feel like? Get real descriptive. Most importantly, get uncomfortable. Sit on your seat awkwardly, twist your body around and hold it in place until you are uncomfortable. Don’t eat if your hungry. Hold your arm straight up from your shoulder until it cramps, and then write about how it feels. Don’t imagine; use your own experience to get into the details. If you already have a cold, flu, arthritis, backache, then you are ahead of the game (for once it brings you benefits). Go for the sensation, the imagery of pain, stuffy headedness, tight muscles, stiffness, a sinus headache.
Write about a dream, but not just any dream. Pick one of those that kept sliding into odd, even unrelated scenes that as the dreamer you just accepted. Explore the strangeness of this dream following all its remembered impressions, actions and reactions.
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| Write the twisty dream. |
If you don’t recall all the details, let your mind slide around what you do remember and pull at it until you have seized everything you can from the dream.
If you are one of those who don’t remember your dreams, imagine an image and carry into some foggy focus, let it slip into another image and then another as you track each flight of fancy.
The one thing I ask that you do different with your dream is create a string of connections that holds each event to the next, smooth out the quirky, extra-stair-steps startle effect of the twisting dream. Let take on a sort of logic of its own that may not have been there when you actually dreamed it.
On Tuesdays I post a writing prompt because I have had students that have trouble coming up with things to write. They need a direction, an arrow pointing off into the distance, a gentle push into forward motion, a leaning, and they just start walking that way. They haven’t learned to trust their own inspiration. “Give me direction!” is their cry. (Though I don’t do this anymore, the prompts still reside on my blog and can be used repeatedly.)
I think inspiration to write is much easier than they realize and is about being willing to lean toward any little thing that sways your attention.
“Tree.” What does a person see with just this one word? Something will come to mind even if it is a sapling, twisted and nearly barren of leaves, a Whovian cluster of green hopeful growth at the tippy top of its highest reaching twig; two asymmetrical arm-like branches crook downwards at odds with the upward desire. Mature oaks garbed in rough bark stand imposingly by, gruff opposers of any young upstarts grasping at the stabbing sunlight, great spears of dancing photosynthesis, splashes on last fall’s dry castaways. In the breezy rustle that sallies down the stiff elder oaks, there marches the firm argument that supplying a cart load of seed is not a promise to provide a place to root. The sapling quivers its reply, a sithering shuffle of curled, mint-green locks straining to rub together a complaint for air, water and light.
Just lean, all it takes is a little bit of lean.
Find two very different images that you wouldn’t normally imagine together, such as done with the movie Cowboys and Alien.
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| Prompt |
Once you have the two ideas, imagine them together. For example, alligators and song birds don’t at first seem to belong in the same closed space, but they certainly bring to mind a quick image, perhaps one with the alligators eating songbirds, their feathers strewn about in the mayhem of the gory scene. On the other hand, it could be paradise if these two could reside in close company. Maybe you would prefer unicorns and moles. At first I thought of moles as little furry animals underground, but what if they were actual moles on the skin that would erupt and destroy the pristine white coat of the unicorn, a symptom of a serious disease.
Use whatever images you bring together to inspire you to create a scene or event.
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| Memo: Got your ideas right here |
Other than when reading, I never have the time to give one task all my attention. During this time of year, it is especially difficult. Until school ends, I simply must be doing more than one thing at a time (and actually several things at once): emailing a colleague about a meeting, sorting assignments, prepping one computer for presentation while I am waiting for a program to install on another, getting items together to discuss with a student. Sometimes the thing I am trying to do in tandem with other tasks is related to writing when I don’t have access to a computer. While I shower, I work through scenes I want to draft or redraft, but my shower is not computer friendly. As soon as I am out, I do nothing but worry about losing all my ideas before I can find the time to write them down because more than likely I am getting ready for school or for bed and no time is available. So while my brain was busy planning that amazing plot twist or clarifying a character’s motives, it was doing so with the sure danger that I will not be able to write it down and even worse won’t get the chance until after I get back from work. I often review my ideas over and over hoping to imbed the kernels of particular value while I am blow drying my hair, putting on makeup and getting dressed, but it never works. Faint echoes are all I am left with when I am finally able to seize the moment to jot them down.
Yesterday, I was getting ready and began thinking through two scenes I need to add to the first novel in my Students of Jump series. One can’t type with wet hands, and it would be tough in the bathroom even it I tried. However, there on the counter was my iPhone. It has the app Dragon Dictation, but I haven’t made an effort to use it. Knowing I was going to lose all my fast approaching ideas, I grabbed the phone and activated that app. I dictated about a paragraph, took a glance at it through somewhat soapy eyes only to find it had only caught the first six words which did not include “entropy scram” (In this scene…). I tried three more times without any worthwhile results. Out went that idea. I think the exhaust fan combined with running water just did not work well with this app. But iPhones come with a voice memo app. I gave that a try. And two scenes later all my meteoric flashes of insight and inspiration were recorded and easy to access. What was especially nice was I stopped more than once to think a bit, pausing the recording, and when I had my idea ready, I was able to return to recording. I did that at least three times. Four minutes of notes on my next two scenes all tied up and clearly enunciated rather than my scribbled writing.
Ahh, but then another flash of inspiration came to me. I have two blogs to write and since I am feeling creative… So on went that little app again which shortly recorded two blog post ideas and my new writing prompt for the week. I knew I would not be writing them for at least another day and, of course, would not remember the details my mind was so rich with at that time. Even when I do find a moment to write a note, I tend to just jot down a sentence or two rather than the long list of points I wanted to make. But every word that came to me as the muse whispered in my ear was on that recording, no recall necessary. I didn’t even have to consider if I would be able to make out my writing which becomes quite messy when I am hurried. This very post was the first of the two ideas I dictated.
Alright, this is not a genius idea. Many people employ a recorder for catching To Do’s or notes to the secretary or self. But I haven’t. So for those who have this method available to them and often don’t have the time to sit down and do the work when they think about it, try it. I am sold. My ideas are not going to drift out of my memory or be scribbled on a tablet leaving me wondering what I was so excited about. My stream of thought was flowing, and the app was busy recording: nothing between me and my inspiration.