Should I or shouldn't I write a short story? I don't know if I can, what about the organization of it? What will be my inspiration? How can I do this? These are the question that I pondered about in my head for years. I've always had the passion to write, however, story-telling always intimidated me for some reason. The thought of sitting in front of a computer or writing in a note book--the fear of just staring of a blank page with....the sound of hollow wind and no words tend to paralyze me.
Today that changed. I am currently taking a literature class for my major and it requires that we write everyday. Most people can't stand the reading nor the writing. However, I enjoy it. I get the chance to read other people's stories and study how author's are inspired. Which in point, inspired me to write a short story.
A strong unction began to overwhelm me to write a story. About what I wondered. I thought about the people I see riding the bus everyday. What are their stories before they get on the bus? What are their lives like everyday or maybe on one particular day? I took a scenario that I see quite often on the bus, a single mother with a children. Where was she going or coming from? Is she truly a single mother or maybe divorced or maybe widowed or maybe the father wasn't able to take the kids to daycare on that day? How does she handle being a mother? How does she handle daily life circumstances? What does she do for a living? Is she employed? Question I began to wonder. These question began to take me on a rabbit trail of imagination. However, in the midst of this--a moment of hestitation reared its head and a moment of examining where this inspiration was coming from and why I was doing it. Instead, I ignored those distractions to follow this trail of a whole new world of creativity. In less than an hour, I wrote a two page short story. To mean, this was a great achievement.
What is the point of this? My conclusion states this: simply follow the fuzzy. If I didn't continue down this road of unction, I might have missed the wave of creativity that was beckoning me to come ride it freely. I was navigated on a adventure that I get to explore even further. Complication comes in when you question or doubt yourself--don't analysis, just allow yourself to let go. Fall into the waves and see where it takes you. This might be a wave you've been waiting for for quite some time...and those artificial man-made waves don't compare to the real thing. Living is simple, its with ease, and its very delightful. Follow the fuzzy.
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