
It has been a jam-packed weekend, and I am tired, but in a good way. I am struggling to find inspiration and a slice right now. I have perused other writers’ slices, and nothing. I’ve looked around the room where I’m trying to write, and nothing. Where are all the words hiding? Why can’t I come up with an idea?!? Do you know why? All the ideas are hiding from me in a twisted game of Hide-and-Seek!
Where exactly do writing ideas hide?
- in memories
- in worries about upcoming events
- in the songs of the birds and the whispers of the trees
- in tales told by your grandchildren
- in bits and pieces of overheard conversations
- in heartache and disappointment
- in laughter and smiles, sadness and joy
- in full-circle moments
- in favorite sweaters and stories of where they have been
- in chaos and in quiet
Writing ideas are hiding everywhere, some in plain sight. Here’s to hoping tomorrow I have the energy to get in the game and coax those illusive ideas out of their hiding places.