I've thought about this a lot this week. Creative people have one (probably more) thing in common. We think outside the box. We might struggle a little to discover something to write about, but once we do, there's no stopping us.
On Tuesday, I asked the question, "How do I know where a rainbow ends and begins?" Some of the answers came from your children (creative parents and teachers grow creative children) and others came people who are full of creativity. Here's one I'd like to share:
Ok, so I read your question and thought "I'll think about this later when the kids are in bed"...and then went off to make dinner. Apparently stirring beef stew gets the creative juices going, because this came to me before I was done:
Silently, stealthily,
on furry toes,
Leprechauns scurry
through forests and groves;
threading like ribbon,
and tying in bows,
stretching it...
hiding it,
...so no one knows
where the end
of the rainbow
goes
How creative is that? Beef stew led to a poem filled with imagery and playfulness. That's how ideas evolve.
Ideas are everywhere. Some of you may be inspired to write after a fantastic trip or vacation. The smell of worms after a spring rain might inspire others. There's no end to ideas or things to write about.
You (all of you) gave me the idea for this post. What idea sparked the last thing that you wrote or thought about? Were you able to ignite the spark of creativity in someone else? Please leave a comment and let me know. Your ideas might just be the the lightning bolt that breaks someone else's writer's block!
7 comments:
Reading someone else's writing always gets me inspired. Whether it's someone else's book or a new chapter from a critique partner, I always find that after reading it, I'm at my PC typing away on the latest WIP! :-)
Unfortunately, I think I'm stuck IN the box.
My creative juices have plum dried up and blown away.
I keep telling myself that tomorrow is a new day, but then the next one is just as bad as the last. :-(
oh how embarrasing is this? The last thing I posted about was a ... um... tasteless picture joke or two for a blogger friend that was feeling sick but gets a kick out of that kind of humor!
The last thing I wrote about spurned from a day in a class with a teacher of which I have no particular favor of. A younger student put herself in iminent danger and then there was no protocol to get her help. I blogged about that. I was clearly upset.
My last poem "chores" was written for a prompt site...but the idea came from an image in my head of a woman carrying a heavy basket. I often write poems just starting with the first line--without much plan to it--then I just keep going and see what happens. That's what happened with this one!
Just another picture in my head that turned into words...
People always inspire me. Once I have my characters, I start to type and see where they go...
Hmmm...the last words of my latest post were sprurned on by OUR LIFE..never changing, yet always different!
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