Being a creative writer has opened many doors to express my thoughts, ideas, and heart felt desires. I am not sure I knew what type of writer I wanted to be when I started writing. I was amazed at the array of choices. I knew that I like to place my ideas in some type of story form to carry out my ideas. Many ideas were based on real life, some from my own and some from others.
I have been asked where I get my inspiration. I can honestly say as soon as my feet hit the floor, I am drawing inspirations. Inspiration is all around me and I am constantly seeking it. When I find inspiration, it can move me, and most always inspires me to write about it. The inspiration is not always joyful nor a pleasant thought but it moves a part of me to put it on the page.The story must be told.
When we collect inspirations then it is our job as creative writers to inspire.
I found when I wrote about common subjects, stories that people could relate to, it seemed those were the ones that drew the most interest. I knew somewhere in the world that someone had to of gone through the exact same thing. In my mind and deepest parts of my heart, I wanted to let them know they were not alone.
Moral or spiritual matters however are touchy subjects but when put in a story like format, the message can be taught and some will listen. No one likes to read something that is too preachy, as it may turn the reader off to finish reading an article if they feel they are being attacked. Sometimes the reader may not feel comfortable but at the same time, the story sounds all too familiar.We all have been down roads of loss, hurt, and betrayal, sometimes writing about it is very therapeutic.
One of my favorite things to do as a writer is to take an inanimate object and give it a voice. I know you may be saying how in the world can one make a chair speak. I make myself become that chair. What would I say as a chair?
Here is an example: “I have sat for days on this old porch but it seems as if no one has given me any thought. Perhaps I no longer matter as Mr. Redford has left this earth and he was the only one to care enough to sit and speak with me for hours on end. Sometimes he would mumble to himself but I always gave him my full attention. I did not mind when he leaned me back, stretching my wooden frame as I rested against the old house. “
When a writer places themselves as an object, there is no telling what may come out of an inanimate object, whether they have a mouth or not.
My brother and I used to entertain ourselves as children on road trips by putting words in the mouths of people in other cars. At stop lights we would watch a couple in the car ahead of us and it was not long before they would be having this pretend, outlandish conversation. We would laugh at ourselves and our strange humor. It did not take much to entertain us. Perhaps this was preparing me in being a creative writer and I just did not know it.
One of the standing jokes in my family is be careful what you say or do because mom will write about it. I find my greatest inspirations come from my parents, my children, grandchildren, and animals. I love to smile and laugh and if I catch you making me do either one, you can bet I will be placing you on my creative hit list.
I do not try to embarrass them and always get their permission, well most of the time.
Sharing experiences that come from one’s own life is one of the most rewarding to me. There are ways to write a story but where names can be changed and situations tweaked just enough to hide any personal revelations.
One of the greatest joys of being a creative writer is dreaming. Everyone has an imagination but sadly, as a child, besides the car game, mine was rarely used. I believe it was safely tucked away for such a time as this in my life. I did not even know I had an imagination to be honest. I tend to be a realist and to make up stories or contemplate them seemed just plain silly.
I now allow myself to dream and step into the world of imagination; it is there I can do anything I want to do and life’s toils and troubles no longer consume me.
The most fascinating thing about being a creative writer is to have a thought and seeing it form into a story. I cannot tell you how many times a title or a thought has come to me and I sit down to write not having any idea what is going to play out. The most beautiful thing to me is to see my idea take flight and become a story.
It is much like a piece of driftwood. In my younger days, I loved to whittle and I still do but now my fingers are stuck to a keyboard verses a piece of wood. I would take a piece of word I had found at the lake and begin to carve, not knowing what was underneath. I would say to myself I am going to carve a dog but after I would start it was evident the dog was not there but maybe a dolphin or an old face of a man. The process was amazing to me. This is the way it is with being a creative writer.
There will be many who do not understand our preoccupation with writing and will always wonder how we come up with such thoughts and ideas, but it is who we are. Sometimes it may take someone many years to find that creative part as it did for me.
I recently received an email from a precious soul asking how to get started writing. I was so humbled that they asked me and took the time to share their life with me. I could only share my own life in how I began writing. I am not a writer by trade, nor have I ever gone to school to learn the proper etiquette of writing. I am learning daily and when I look back at my earlier scribblings, I shudder to see all my mistakes. I am sure I will see many more mistakes but I will continue to learn the more I write.
Thinking back to the grades I made in English makes me wonder how in the world I ever thought to continue to pursue writing. My English teacher may be shaking her head right now. I have had to relearn punctuation rules and I still get many wrong, not to forget sentence structures and many other important details concerning writing.
If one is a novice in this department could surely pick this article apart in no time, correcting many mistakes. Being a writer mean being open. I am always happy to receive helpful criticism as this is how I learn.
Being a creative writer is one of the most wonderful ways to share one’s life, hoping to place a small mark on this world, and even leave a legacy to one’s family. The loved ones may not show that great of interest as our fellow writer friends but do not get discouraged. There may be times when we do not get the reaction we want but possibly keeping us humble.
Remember that scene from Coalminers Daughter when Loretta Lynn was just starting out as a singer. She taught herself to play the guitar and write songs. She had her children lined up on the porch to listen to her sing. She told them to sit and listen but you could tell they were not that excited. She kicked the old washing machine to keep it going, in-between notes while noting the yawns. It did not stop her, as in-between kicking the old washer, watching the lack of enthusiasm plastered on their little faces, she continued to sing.
I encourage you to continue to write, never giving up. Do not do it for money as money comes and goes but do it because it makes your heart sing. You will make mistakes but that is part of being a writer. Welcome those who have something constructive to teach you. Open your mind to the many inspirations in your everyday life.
If has been my experience that lining up family members, having a captive audience to listen to my stories does not work so well. I found the best way is to get them alone, one by one, preferably in a secluded place where they cannot escape works best.