Inspiration. Where does it come from? My professors in college told me that I can't just wait for inspiration to appear. I have to go find it, and if I can't find it, I have to just write anyways.
In college, I mostly wrote about books. It feels so good to read a book and analyze the characters.
Not just read the pages and say “that was a good book,” but to also read what
the author left out, what the author left for you to discover. I have learned
so much about this in college. I enjoyed all of the research and the papers.
Yet I have left it behind. I have thrown it in the wind and let it float away. I
have let dust grow on my Chaucer, Boccaccio, Frost, William Carlos Williams. I
loved Virginia Wolfe, Hemingway, and Bronte, yet now I read a book and think,
or even say to someone “I would love to compare the blah blah blah to da da
da,” or “I want to read this from suchandsuch standpoint and write about it,”
but I never do. I don’t do the research, I don’t go back, re-read and write
papers, and why not? I don’t have an answer for that, but I bet it’s
floating around somewhere in my subconscious.
I also have written short stories, and I used to write poetry, but I don't anymore. I need to change that. I'm going to change that.
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