I watched the movie Limitless this weekend. Eddie, a bit of an unmotivated schlump, takes a pill that unlocks the full potential of his brain power.
I’ve been getting back into fiction writing, and I feel I can relate to Eddie. My creativity synapses are firing again after far too long. I feel awake and alive, creatively, for the first time in a while.
Over the past few days, I’ve actually been coming up with new story ideas. That used to happen every time I stepped into the shower (best place for brainstorming!), but I ignored my writing for so long that I stopped thinking as a writer.
My work-in-progress is a romantic suspense (suspenseful romance?) that I plotted over a year ago. The idea and first sentence came from long before that. Simply working on this project, which I know will be awful and probably never see the light of day, being my first, has sparked my passion for fiction again. I insist on writing this novel from start to finish. I can count on less than one hand the number of pieces I’ve finished. I don’t count the rubbish that was my teen poetry phase.
I’m also reading voraciously again–or trying too, in between teaching my 4-year-old how to read and potty-training my 2-year-old.
Thinking creatively is so refreshing. I wish I hadn’t wasted the last six years I could have been writing and learning. But I am determined to move on from here. I will work on this novel until I have something written for every scene. I will finish the short story I’m writing in the style of L. M. Montgomery. Maybe I’ll even work on more non-fiction…
The point is: I’m awake and I’m ready to go!