This week, we’re talking about writing inspiration. I tried to answer this question in a delightful prose-oriented blog entry, but kept on getting foiled by having way too much to talk about—because as a former journalist, everything pretty much spurs me to pick up a pen! So here is a short list of things that have inspired me over the years. Make one for yourself — you might find it a fascinating read!
The rent was due.
I’d never seen moonlight so bright.
A teacher who told me I couldn’t do it.
Another teacher who told me I couldn’t do it.
A teacher who told me I could.
I’d never been the one broken up with—I’d always done the breaking up. I wanted to see how that felt.
The bullies were teasing me and I needed an outlet for my feelings.
I’d failed, and failed, and failed, and hell, why not try?
I get an emotional kick out of well-crafted paragraphs.
Books make me happy.
I thought I could do it better.
I couldn’t get enough of one particular series, so I kept on writing similar stories so I could keep that thrill close to my heart.
Words are music.
All I wanted to do was write, and I could think of no better career than to continue writing.
I want fanart, and the only way to get fanart is to write something worth loving.
I learned how it felt to break hearts and have my heart broken on the same night, and I’ve been searching for that feeling ever since.
I could live on stories.
The fact that people can be heroes in a thousand mad, everyday ways.
My friends were writing.
Roses. Daisies. Cherry blossoms. Glitter.
Newspapers. Every single day, newspapers.
The scent of incense. The echo of a choir. The thunder of an orchestra.
Catan. Apples to Apples. Cards Against Humanity.
The smile of a friend.
I have to feed the baby.
Because you’re reading this.