To date, I’ve written two novels, one published, one in revisions, both fiction. While both stories are make-believe, some of the characters, events, conversations etc. were inspired by true life events. For instance, my relationship with my mother, the dynamic between two or more friends, my own dating experiences and those of my friends, work environment etc. In my mind’s eye while writing my first novel, I didn’t picture famous people as the characters, but rather real people I’ve known. Except instead of reenacting true events through my writing, the words the characters spoke and the actions they took were created in my head. I think in my own way, I wrote my first book to get resolution on a few of my own relationships. While writing it, I had different experiences with dating that inspired the plot of my second book, but it took on a life of its own pretty quickly. And then I was stumped. No inspiration for a third book whatsoever. Until last night.
I had a dream, rather a nightmare, that woke me from my sleep and in tears. The kind of nightmare that kept me up for a good hour, afraid to lose consciousness and return to the alternate universe waiting for me in my REM sleep. Part of me also had trouble letting go of what happened in the nightmare and truly believing it wasn’t real. Unlike my recurring dream about forgetting to go to my college classes all semester before the final or being chased by monsters, the tragic event which took place in my dream could, God forbid, actually happen. Except that a portion of the dream also dabbled in the paranormal and I was struck with an idea for a book. I jumped out of bed and only half-awake, jotted down the dream on a piece of paper and went back to sleep, still somewhat sick over the nightmare, but also excited about what could possibly be the plot of my third novel. When I woke up this morning, I read my notes and, even in the light of day with cup of a coffee in my system, I think I might be onto something.
Inspiration often comes unexpectedly and under strange circumstances and while I pray I never have that particular dream again, or anything close to it, I’m grateful for the muse. If you are a writer or creative type yourself and care to share some of your own sources of inspiration, I’d welcome a comment 🙂