They’re the moments writers live for. Those moments of giddy inspiration that seem to make the words leap out of nowhere into your mind and (hopefully) onto the page. You may have been struggling with a particular paragraph or plot conundrum or structural challenge…and suddenly the answer is right there in front of you, delicious and mind-blowing, and…you’re flying.
Let me tell you a secret though: It’s not really effortless.
Just as an event only runs smoothly thanks to many hours of hard work behind the scenes, so the gift of “sudden” inspiration is the reward for showing up and writing, hour after hour and day after day – when you’re tired, when you have no ideas, when every sentence you write is shit, when your fingers feel like lead on your keyboard and your head feels full of cotton wool.
You start slow, you write a crap sentence, you doodle, you make a cup of tea. You write another sentence. And another. You cross out two. You write three more. The words start to flow. Soon they’re tripping over themselves to make it onto the page. You’re away.
And from this, my friends – not from daydreaming, or doodling, or waiting, or hoping, or crying, or stomping up and down, comes those breathtakingly wonderful moments of inspiration.
A willingness to commit first. Inspiration second. Not the other way round.