I sat and thought a long time over this topic but couldn’t come up with that one inspiring moment—that one heartbeat in time where my muse lit up, determined to share the stories in my head.
The possibility of my early love of reading crossed my mind but I never attempted writing FOR REAL until the 8th grade when a little gnome named Gundi decided I needed to tell the story of how he saved his people from a slave owner. Was it him and his friends that started it for me?
I don’t think so. For me, this was just the beginning of my journey. Unfortunately, I didn’t attempt writing again for years. Over ten to be exact.
That’s when I became friends with Anne Tyler, and she encouraged me to write when I finally told her I had always wanted to. The fact that she mentored me through two novels, did some light editing, AND wrote letters of introduction to a handful of agents boosted my confidence and instilled the dream of publication.
After numerous rejections I left Baltimore for New England in a major life upheaval due to other personal issues. My desire died and I gave up writing again for a few years.
Then a story inspired by my own experiences prompting the move came to mind, and Pool of Souls was born.
A few scribbled chapters, posting them on writer forums, and gaining confidence once more inspired me to continue on with that old dream.
Having four flash fiction pieces published, then two short stories accepted into anthologies gave me another major boost and I finally submitted the first book in the Pool of Souls Series, Eye of the Soul, to J. Taylor Publishing. Pretty sure every single nail got chewed to nothing while waiting to hear back! I was offered a contract, gained the confidence to write more, then decided I needed a pen name (Lynn!!) for my naughtier works. 20 something publications later, and I’m inspired every day, by people watching, or listening to the radio–it’s a never ending muse light bulb in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.
For me, inspiration has come in many ways and forms, not just one ‘Ah ha!’ moment of clarity where I realized writing was for me. It’s been a long, bumpy journey, one fraught with pot holes, heartache, and moments of depression, but having my dream realized made every step worth it.
How about you? Where has your inspiration come from?