Everyone has flashes of inspiration. Mine happen usually when I’m head-down on something and my mind takes a detour. However, there are time when I NEED a flash of inspiration…I mean, I really need it, and it’s nowhere to be found.
I’ve been struggling with my beginning for awhile now. Not that I’ve done anything about it. The beginning hasn’t changed as I keep plowing through pages and pages of new material. But it’s been plaguing me. I know it’s wrong. It’s unnecessary. It’s not where the story starts. And that’s my biggest frustration.
I know the story starts where the action begins, but I’ve had a hell of a time trying to figure out how to manipulate my characters so that my heroine and her hero get introduced after the action begins, yet under the Right Circumstances. That’s required, or there is no conflict, and if there’s no conflict, I may as well start the story anywhere, because what I’ll have is no story, just a bunch of events.
Anyhoo, my muse usually helps me with this stuff. I refer to my muse as The Girls in the Basement (like Stephen King’s “Boys in the Basement”). Most of the time, they’re on top of things, delivering ideas to me, helping me get words on the page. But they are also good at stringing me along for prolonged periods of time. Apparently, they’ve had something better to do any time I’ve thought about how my story starts. Maybe they’re hungry. Maybe they’re grouchy. Whatever the case, the Girls have clearly been on hiatus…until tonight.
I must have fed them right this evening (was it the Oreos?) because while posting comments for the class I’m taking, inspiration flashed. It was big. It was Bright! It was GREAT! I know what to do!
So thank you, Girls, for coming to the party, staying awhile, enjoying some cake (Oreos?), and leaving a lovely hostess gift. I owe you one. Soon. I promise…but please, can it wait until we get through the first act?