There’s something strange about when you get a bout of inspiration. I think it’s something to do with self-denial. If you’ve got all the time in the world to work on something, chances are, you won’t. If you’ve got time to sit around contemplating, thinking everything through over and over, you’ll probably ruin it.
I like getting inspiration in snatches, and it usually happens when I’m on the tube. When I don’t take a book, or an ipod and I just sit there for however long my journey is, letting my mind wander. And then up pops an idea.
Similarly, when you don’t have the chance to write something, you suddenly want to. I had two of my dearest friends visit this week, and we talked and caught up and had fun. Watched movies and ate take-away, all the stuff you do with friends. And when they left, suddenly, I had a need to write. My mind had been taken away from it, I’d taken a break, and there it was, the story, waiting for my brain (and my writing hand) to catch up.
There’s something comforting about knowing your ideas are sitting around waiting for you in the ether. Rather than you sitting around waiting, and them not appearing, just to spite you.
So I guess I should be thankful for my shitty job, and my brilliant friends. 17,648 words and counting.
So take a break, have a…non-nestle product. It’ll help.