I’ve been asked by a startling number of people lately, where I find inspiration for writing. My answer is always: everywhere, of course. In my dreams. In my *ahem* fantasies. In the way I feel when I hear my daughter’s sparkling laughter. A look shared between two strangers on the street. The smell of cookies baking in the kitchen. The tickle of warm summer rain on my skin.
We all store stimulus differently. For me, a sound, or a smell, can evoke such deep emotion in me I need to let it out somehow. It usually comes out by way of the written word. A single moment can linger in my mind for a day and by the time I wake up the following morning, I’ll have the premise for a story. Though some days I’d like to be able to shut that off, most of the time I love it.
I’ve been trying harder to pause in my life long enough to smell the proverbial roses. When I do, I’m amazed at what I see, hear, and smell. Give it a try. You might be surprised, too.