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romel, by forty's avatar

i think inspiration is less something i “find” and more something i stop running from. when i was younger i thought it was supposed to feel like lightning. now it’s more like… noticing. paying attention to the stuff i usually bulldoze past. the weird thought i have while i’m wiping down a table at work. the way someone says something sideways and it sticks in my ribs. the moment i catch myself feeling too much and want to shut it down.

i don’t chase muses anymore. i just try to stay open long enough for something to land.

and honestly, half the time the thing that inspires me is the thing that annoys me. the thing i can’t let go of. the thing i wish i didn’t care about. that’s usually where the real writing is hiding.

so i guess my answer is: i foster inspiration by not pretending i’m above the mess. i let it get on me. i let it bother me. i let it teach me something. and then i write from there.

Dave Morris's avatar

I find the story ideas come when I'm walking in the countryside (so I always carry a notebook) but never when taking a constitutional around the city streets where I live. The general lesson is that fresh vistas inspire, whereas over-familiar locations encourage us to think in stale ruts. (The trade-off is that city walks are good when you just want to iron out a nonfiction piece or a blog post. Of course, YMMV.)

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