I went on a cleaning binge the other day, tackling a closet that was long overdue. The reward was far greater than a clean space though. In going through one bag, I found an absolute treasure trove of story ideas I'd been tucking away over the years.
I'm one of those writers who has NO shortage of ideas. Stories pop into my head when I'm doing the dishes, overhearing a conversation at the store, watching television - you name it. I've learned to jot them down quickly lest I forget them. The unorganized me usually throws them in a draw or tucks them in a pocket, but a few years back, when I was consolidating, I apparently stuffed all my scraps into a shopping sack. Hence my treasure trove.
Reading through my scraps was the best writing motivation there could be. Just a phrase here or there and the whole story popped back into my head. Reading through them was like an afternoon at the movies.
Alas, now I have to find/make the time to write them all... Oh how tempting it is to abandon my current project - the one I'm struggling through - for one of these shiny new ideas.
I shall resist. I shall resist. I shall...hmmmmm
To be continued....
