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Authorship Blog
You Should Write, she said
Everyone
who knows me well often tells me that ‘you should write.’
This
evening, my daughter said, ‘You should write.’ Hearing this made me
uncomfortable. Thinking about it now, the flesh beneath my skin itches. When
she spoke those words, I wanted to look away in shame and embarrassment.
‘You
should write.’
When I was a child, I used to say
that I wanted to become a writer. I read voraciously. Fiction was my primary diet. Fiction books were my closest
friends – my BFF’s – so-called best friends forever. In those days, I cared for
Steinbeck’s people, such as Lennie and his friend George (in Of Mice and Men).
I admired the stoic heroism of Tarzan (a knight from the Dark Continent, and an
avenger who predated the Dark Knight himself). I cataloged the adventures of Holmes
and Watson – men who never once demonstrated fear, who were confident and
strong and vigorously active and energetic (how I wish I had the chance to march
across a dank, dangerous, dark moorland to face death and reveal the truth!).
Now I
believe that I mistook these imaginary friendships as a sign that I wanted to
write. Now I believe I wanted to live – by reading novels of every stripe. I
really didn’t want to write per se as much as I wanted to enjoy the feeling of satisfaction and insight that fiction often bestows.
For me,
and people like me, authors are the wisest of humans. They and their creations explain
what and why, and occasionally provide enough information to show us how to
live. Inadequate though they are as a replacement for actual peoples, books were
a deep source of my life energy.
I could bore you with that silly the
lonely, shy child stuff. But won’t go into that. What’s really important to me
now is that I must change my reaction to this statement: ‘You should write.’
When my son and daughter tell me
this, I feel an enormous obligation. And fear … that I am letting them down.
I have nothing important to say or
show you, truly. Nothing new or unique.
I can only write about what I hope
is a worthy sentence or two. But only because my kids, who are at the door to young
adulthood, just a couple of years away from leaving for college, tell me that I
should.
I must rise to their challenge: I must
provide an example of perseverance, of overcoming doubt and fear, of rising to
meet the higher expectations of those I love, of demonstrating that I am worthy
of their love, attention, and praise.
I must be worthy of their concern.
Hence these few words. We’ll see
what more I may be able to produce.
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