As writers, we can pretty much find inspiration anywhere. And we do. In any one of my books, something has inspired me to write it. A song lyric? Yep. An overheard conversation between a couple at a coffee shop? Uh huh. The look of interest from one random stranger to another on a crowded subway? Sure.
In PLUS ONE, I was inspired by a single word prompt: secret (crush harbored for years, in that case). In SEASON OF SECOND CHANCES, it was a picture of a hot bearded guy who was, in my mind, a single dad. In CAGED IN WINTER, it was a song with the most beautiful, heartbreaking lyrics.
You see? I wasn’t lying. Inspiration comes from everywhere.
That’s part of the reason I love Twitter so much. You’re instantly connected with a plethora of people in all walks of life, all over the country, all at different stages with different likes/dislikes/interests. It’s like continually eavesdropping on conversations, except less creepy (this is what I’m telling myself. Just go with it). I have 250+ favorites over there, and while some of them are educational tidbits I don’t want to forget, some are funny or cute or designed to make my day brighter, lots are snippets that have inspired me in some way. Maybe a picture. Maybe a link to an article or a missed connections ad. Maybe a real life meet-cute. Anytime I see one of these things that pings in my mind with a light bulb moment and a voice whispering, “Hey…that’d make a great story someday,” I favorite it. And the best part of favoriting these things? I don’t even have to write down the story ideas, because, generally, when I see the item that sparked the original inspiration, I’m reminded of exactly what I thought the first time.
It’s amazing to me how something as in depth as a full length novel can grow from something as simple as a single word or a single picture or a single quote. But it does. All the time.
One of the most frequently asked questions I get as a writer is, where do you get your inspiration from? How can you possibly write a whole book? Then they go on to tell me they wouldn’t even know where to start.
My answer to them is always: maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.