All I can do is wait within the dark recesses of my brain hidden behind nothing more than clouds of thought. Waiting patiently for inspiration to spark, yet nothing happens. Still, the cloud continues to simmer a darkening color with small flashes of light from the working neurons.
If I wait long enough, something may happen. If I go do something else, something may happen and I'll lose the thought forever. But, I can't just sit and wait for the clock to tick by the minutes. Time is wasted and it's so precious. Then it occurs to me that if I continue to wait for the right thing to write, nothing may ever come. It's not a luck of the draw, or some mystical thunderbolt, it's through the discovery of just sitting down and writing when inspiration will take form. Maybe it will start small like a sapling waiting to be nurtured. When you nurture your ideas they will grow into a wonderful tree filled with words of meaning.
That's how I approach writing and everyday I am learning new ways to work my stories, to create characters, and to paint the worlds with colorful or dreary words. I work the paint brush in my mind and play with the paint until the words sound right. A scene is created and soon a chapter and I continue the process until the final last word is painted. The end, but it's never really the end of creation. Creation will go on as new stories start to spill over from previous ones. Now I can't wait to write them, but one story at a time.
This is my creation process. Like everything, it takes work, but it's a work that I have a passion for. A work that I long to master. And in the life time that was given to me, I'll do my very best!
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