I’m often asked a series of questions that revolve around my muse and how my prose poems and books come into being. Last week, I introduced this series and covered the muse. I’ll continue, over the course of the next several weeks, to shed some light on them in hopes that you’ll see a little deeper into who I am and all that I do.
If you find that the question of the week stirs your mind, feel free to comment with your own thoughts, or answer it for yourself. If you do the latter, be sure to link back to me so I can see it.
Where do you find inspiration for all your stories and prose? Is it all based on personal experience?
For the most part, when inspiration strikes, I’m often blindsided by it. It could be something (or a combination of somethings) of the following:
A dream that occurred just prior to waking up, like the one that introduced me to Connor from my books. Some dreams, no matter how brief, can almost scream out to you through the darkness in a silent, eerie wail that demands attention. I have found that the key to these infrequent episodes is writing down everything I can remember, with as much detail as possible, upon waking. A dream journal could prove to be quite useful in a writer’s career.
Alternatively, some bit of dialogue, or an interaction that I either experienced or witnessed could prove useful. If it’s the former, I try to catch each relevant detail to that moment as possible. For the latter, I try to replay it in my mind as if I was one of the people involved in it. This is where empathy comes into play — a writer needs to be able to don someone else’s shoes, so to speak, to better grasp the situation.
It could also be something stirred up by music. Have you ever heard a new song and all your focus just shifts to it? Like you just can’t do anything but listen and feel it? Often, when my own past begins to claw at me, and the words just aren’t there to put on paper, music is my next best option to shut it all out. But when my muse is aware and it pricks its metaphysical ears at some new melody or some moving lyrics, I, too, pay attention and let the words come to me.
When it comes to personal experiences, I am often able to draw from them and transplant them into my writing. In some form or another. Overall, however, sometimes my truth could be something as little as an emotion, or enough to fit a whole book.
Most often, though my muse is often taking the form of someone else in my prose, the experience drawn from it is likely mine. Conversely, when it comes to fiction, Stephen King described it as the truth hidden within the lie. That often holds true to my fiction. There’s something of me in those lines, but you, Dear Reader, will either have it smack you upside your head as it says, “Duh”, or you may not notice it lingering in your periphery at all. That is only part of the fun when it comes to weaving a story together.
In other words, my inspiration may come from anywhere at anytime, but it is safe to say, Dear Readers, that to assume any piece is one hundred percent a fabricated lie is furthest from the truth.
Until next time,
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