As writers and storytellers, we’re always searching for… something.
We’re always trying to figure out new techniques to use in our writing and make it better. Or we’re looking for new and exciting ideas to use in our stories. Or we’re hunting for inspiration. Or trying to find beauty to put in a poem.
Or, simply, waiting for a peaceful moment to sit, and think, and dream, and discover something new…
The anticipation of discovering something amazing about a new story was about as addicting to me as the feeling you get in your stomach when you’re riding a roller coaster—that sort of nervous excitement that stews inside of you just before the first drop.
Sure, I loved it. Writing would be a lot less fun for me without that feeling. Yet, despite that, I couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with the whole situation…
It came down to this: was I really okay with the best parts of my stories coming about completely by accident?
No. No I was not.