I haven’t felt like writing lately. Maybe it’s the 90 degree weather we had this last weekend or maybe my mind just isn’t talking to me…
If you know me, you know I loathe the heat. If I were a character in the Game of Throne books, I would be right at home in Winterfell. “Winter is coming” you say? Oh really? Well, strike up the band and let us celebrate because that sounds fantastic! Plus I would have a dire wolf for a pet and I love wolves. I grew up with two wolves named Klumka and Otah. Heart of my hearts, they were two of my best friends.
Where was I? Oh yes, writing. Funny how the mind quiets and retreats into itself at times. You find yourself asking yourself, “Okay Mind – where are you and what are you doing? I want to be creative. I want to write and yet you give me nothing.” You tap on your head as if to wake up the brain but the mind resists and remains silent. “Helloooooo in there!” Still nothing. So you sigh and go back to whatever it was you were doing. You are ready and willing but the mind is not.
And then. AND then, right in the middle of the night or just when you are elbow-deep in dirt, driving to the store or mowing the lawn, the mind suddenly starts jumping around up and down, pushing against the inside of your head and singing at the top of its lungs until you either wake up or stop what you are doing.
At first you try to ignore it, slightly peeved that it has taken so long and chooses NOW of all times to speak up. “Oh so NOW you have something to tell me? NOW you want to play? Really?” Only problem is now you are the resistant one. You aren’t in the mindset to sit down and listen to what your mind has to say. You’ve got work to do, darn it! So you keep going about your business until the mind starts slapping cymbals trying to get your attention. “I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!”, the mind screams out. “Come on! I know you want it! It’s an idea! Come on! It’s a good one! Grab it while it’s hot! Grab your notepad, a scrap of paper, anything, just get it down!!!” Internally you know you should. It’s that prompting, that internal voice, the muse (oddly for me it is the voice of Patrick Stewart) whispering in your ear. “I have a present for you if only you would open it and see!!! See it, hear it, feel it, make it so!”
If you’re smart, you pay heed to it. You stop whatever you are doing, pull the car over (if possible), record the idea into your phone, write it down on a piece of paper or anything you can find – like your hand. The important thing is you GET IT DOWN.
Just as with gardening, once the seed has been planted if you don’t tend to it, water it, nurture it, it cannot grow. It will never be. The same goes for an idea. The mind gives you the seed of an idea. Then it is up to you to nurture it. How big it will grow depends on you.