inspiration

Literally from the time I learned to string letters together to form these miraculous wonders called "words," I have written short stories. You really should read my earliest works of fiction. A sample of the titles are fantastical and truly inspired: "The Flying Horse," "The Greatest Adventure Ever," and the one that started it all, "The Dancing Rabbit." Only out of the mind of a 7-year-old... 

As I grew, the titles changed. The stories hit a little closer to home (although I do have personal experience with flying horses, nbd.) It became a way to express life - much like this blog. 

Inspiration came from varied sources. Sometimes it was a conversation, a story I saw on TV, a person, a feeling. The funny thing is, the older I got, the less likely I was to actually finish the story. I didn't know how to end it well. And now that I think about it, maybe it's because I don't know how my own story lines will end either. It's difficult to wrap it up nicely into a bow. What is the "lesson" in this? 

Shortly after college, I began a story about a 20-something going on a cross country trip with her spunky great-aunt in an RV. I wish I could finish it, but having little experience with 1. RV's, 2. cross-country traveling, and 3. various landmarks that populate our nation, I felt it better to take an extended hiatus from it.

Maybe the lesson in this is... I NEED TO GO ON A CROSS COUNTRY TRIP IN AN RV WITH AN AGING RELATIVE!

Or, I need to live my life. With gusto. And inspiration comes when you least expect it.