Inspiration is all around. At least, it can be. I tend to draw my sources from daily life. Sometimes a conversation will send my mind down avenues that I want to explore. A post, or tweet from another blogger may sometimes jog my own thoughts on a particular subject. Casually observing people going about their lives, their interactions with others can also trigger the imagination, particularly when it comes to writing fiction.
I’ve mentioned before that, when it comes to the stories I write, there is combination of imagination and experience, in varying proportions, in every one. A particular experience, a memory, or sometimes even the anticipation of something that is still to happen can, when mixed with the correct quantity of “artistic” licence, result in something that I need to write down.
When it comes to deciding what I share, I don’t really have any filters. Certain stories may never make it out of my drafts folder, simply because I don’t think they are good enough, or I run out of steam and never quite finish them. My thought pieces are much more immediate; they are things that are on my mind, they are things that I have a particular opinion about. It can be something I enjoy, or something that has pissed me off. I’ve described my blog as an extension of my twitter account; it is somewhere where I can express myself where I need more than 280 characters to do so. It is a place where I can lay bare my thoughts, feelings and emotions. It’s where I can be smutty, flirty, funny, serious, silly and sensible. It is where I am free to express myself.
Sometime it can be cathartic, but mostly it is just a form of release. Life provides a myriad of stimuli that affect us all in different ways. My blog is just one of the ways I respond to stimuli and the experience of just being me.