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Who claimed his story ideas came from an elf? Or was it a place in Ohio? I’m not sure. I think they are both right. Sometimes it’s the elf and other times they come from anywhere and everywhere. A little muse captures a place in the brain and the idea is sparked. Sounds kind of romantic, doesn’t it? Well, it almost certainly is not. It’s just part of the deal. If you’re a writer you will have moments when you think you are utterly clever, but then, in retrospect, you’ll hope you never openly declared your powerful intellect. The idea process happens to be, at least for me, an accident without planning.
I know, I was going to talk about my experience and there is something I wanted to share about how ideas come to me. Yet, I had to wonder about another one of my favorite novels, Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. Is there an autobiographical stirring inside the author that spawns a tormented young girl who grows and matures into a tragic young woman? Does the life of Jane Eyre reflect the imaginings of another young woman isolated somewhere near Yorkshire, England? Again, I wouldn’t know, but it would make sense. I wonder if the bravery is written to satisfy a need. Didn’t Charlotte survive her sisters Emily and Ann? Did she know or have a premonition of how her life would end way too early? Or am I romanticizing something that had a much humbler beginning? The idea could have been just a thought, just an elf sparking a few brain cells.
I did have a few thoughts about my experience, but as I remembered Jane Eyre I couldn’t help but think about Daphne Du Maurier’s classic suspense novel, Rebecca. Is it true Jane Eyre inspired this novel? Does the new Mrs. de Winter’s dream about returning to Manderlay have anything to do with Thornfield Hall? If you read the novels with that thought in mind it would appear very likely. I had the notion there had to be a connection, but I had been influenced to think such things before I read Rebecca. What stayed with me was the flowing signature of the first Mrs. de Winter and the turning drive. I had the suspicion I had read the likes of such things before and it did come to me, eventually.
Mary Stewart wrote Nine Coaches Waiting about twenty years after the Daphne Du Maurier novel. The turning drive in Rebecca and the zigzag in Nine Coaches Waiting connected the novels, at least for me. Did Manderlay or perhaps Thornfield Hall, both or neither inspire Château Valmy? Maybe it came to Mary Stewart while she was watching children play or when she thought about teaching a child a new language. I wouldn’t know. I only remark about how I connected all three novels and wondered if anyone ever thought about teaching them as a set. Would it make sense? Probably not. It’s just me making assumptions. I would never presume I would be able to suggest such a thing.
So, here I am back to my experience. How do I compare my experience with such great works? I don’t. I merely state that I can daydream about how other writers come up with an idea for a story. It may or may not have anything to do with reality, but it is, undoubtedly, fun to speculate. As long as, and this is important, I recognize it as speculation and I don’t propose in any way that my musings have anything to do with something other than my musings.
Oh goodness, I am avoiding the discussion of my experience. Probably because the discussion of another writer’s imagination is more interesting than how I came up with an idea for a story. I’ll try, however. My novel, The Hedgerows of June happened as the result of a writing prompt. A writing prompt is a tool to help you think, but create a novel, how uninspiring could that be? But it’s true. I was taking one of those online writing courses. I won’t mention which one, it isn’t important. The prompt went something like: someone is about to take an ill-advised trip. I had to write a short piece, approximately a thousand words, about taking an ill-advised trip. I had nothing, but I started to daydream and I thought about the trip. It had to be dangerous. So playing a series of “what ifs” I thought about a war, a battlefield. I don’t know what made me think about World War II, but once I established the war I had no problem considering the battle. My game of “what if” created children and a woman, there had to be a love interest, but the interest had to be difficult. A nun must get four children across the French farmland known as the Hedgerows during a bloody battle. However, is she really a nun? The protagonist is convinced she is a nun. So why does he fall in love with her?
When I decided to write Gabriel’s Wing I knew I wanted to stay away from war and World War II in particular. I had a character I had written a long time ago. She had the nagging desire to have her own story. That was the motivation, but not the idea. I suffered over the idea. I cannot remember when or where it happened. I started to write some thoughts about the character. Who is she? What does she want? Nothing happened until I started to write her. I’m not sure how it came to me, but soon she had to retrieve something important. She runs into someone who can help, but he’s got his own problems. He must find a lost teenager. That gave me an idea: flower children, in the late 60s, lost in a web of evil.
The point is that story ideas are not necessarily produced from something exciting. I recently asked another writer how she decided what to write and she told me she wished she could give me an astute answer about picking things from headlines, turning it upside down or whatever, and developing a fascinating story. She said the truth is she is about as surprised as anyone about how she gets ideas for her stories. I think there is a lot of truth in her sincere admission. I want to think the classic writers had revelations and influences and from those remarkable insights produced great works of art. But I have a feeling there was a bit of redirection and processing to get the ideas solidified. Whatever the method, the work is what is important. The influence of another great work would make it better. If it resulted from a need or desire, that would also be good. The idea is important, but the work is what people will read.
About the Author
Gabriel’s Wing is Ron’s second novel. His first novel, The Hedgerows of June, is available at Amazon and at Barnes and Noble.
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