I live inside my head. Before I ever decided I wanted to create stuff I was already living inside my own head, fed by imagination and escapism. Walking down the street. Sitting watching a movie or TV. Reading a book. Taking a shower. Driving to the store to pick up milk. My mind is always spinning.
When I was kid people–read here ‘adults’– thought this was a problem. Children failing to engage in the world around them, with people, often frighten adults. To them it’s weird to run around a playground pretending its Castle Greyskull and you’re He-Man because playing kickball is more ‘normal’.
The word ‘misfit’ was tossed around a lot in my direction. In fact, I think the word made it into my permanent school record.
Being an introvert and dreamer is a curse as much as it is a boon when you can harness the dreamer part into something creatively.
The point I’m heading toward is the source of ideas…
I know for a fact any idea I come up with for a story originates from when I’m awake. Nothing comes from dreams.
Usually the ideas are just snapshots. Various images or scenes that come out of my drifting. More often than not an idea needs several other ideas in order to make a story.
For instance–I think I’ve written about this before–my Monsters Chronicles are the product of two ideas. One involves invading monsters from another dimension threatening humanity but being befriended by children and another is about people being able to summon monsters to do battle in high stakes games.
Sometimes an idea sits for a while before I find the story. Sometimes the story never comes together.
My rambling today is to explain the Flash entry for this Friday (click here to read). This is one of those random scenes. Not sure what it means. There’s no story. The scene of a girl wandering a space ship to discover the source of a mysterious noise and for that noise to turned out to be the rumbling of an organic, living engine just seemed cool.
Enjoy “Beating Heart”. Cheers!