A Writer’s Life
is a life where a person continually finds the story. You’re in the market, at the office, driving your car down the highway . . . and what do you see as you look around you?
A writer sees ideas for stories, a writer makes up stories about the things they see, a writer dreams of writing down so many thoughts . . . lines come to us easily as we think them in our minds during free-flow.
Then a writer dashes to the computer or yanks the pad and pen from your pocket (because you are that devoted to writing that you always keep one on hand), and in that brief slag, those few milliseconds it takes to reach for your tools, the idea slowly dims—that brilliant crisp gem of a well-defined scene we saw clearly in our mind has faded.
In a writer’s life, this happens daily. Some ideas are lost along the way but we will not give up. We scribble or type the sparks we can remember and hone them, polish it until it becomes something akin to the original glimmer.
A writer finds these inspirations for new stories all around us, no matter where we are, and the purest of them become part of our finished work. We consciously and subconsciously weave the glimpses we witness, those nuggets of life, are sewn into our story threads to create our tapestry.
A writer’s life is filled with stories, most of which never get written, but the perfect stories are the ideas finished and shared.