Diving Into the Pool of Inspiration

“Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. ”
― Cornelia FunkeInkheart

I have spent a lot of time these past few weeks hiding inside books. I turned to favorite friends, re-entering stories I’ve read before, because I find comfort in them despite the dangers, the fears, the darkness, the sadness. The characters are my friends, and their journey of learning and growing becomes my own.

But I haven’t just been hiding, I have also been seeking. I’ve been looking for what makes great stories tick. What makes prose sing? Where do fresh metaphors come from? How does one write, or create, or paint, or anything in a way that transcends what has been done before?

After all  ” every story has already been told” (Anna Quindlan). It seems like every painting has already been painted, every song has already been written, every creative act has already been done.

But, if that’s true, I ask myself, why do so many of us continue to write? To paint? To plot? To sing? To do any kind of creative act? If it’s all been done before, what’s the use?

As I lost myself in Cornelia Funke’s Inkheart Trilogy (a series I’ve only read once before) I began to recognize the answer.

“Stories never really end…even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don’t end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.”
― Cornelia FunkeInkspell

If it is true that stories never really end, and every story has multiple characters, then there are multiple ways to tell a story. I’ve asked a question before (oddly enough prompted by reading another YA fantasy series) “where do stories come from?”. This question takes on more meaning in Funke’s series, when the author of the imaginary Inkspell gets read into his own book, into the world he supposedly created. The world he created has grown and changed and become a world he could not imagine, and he begins to wonder if someone else was writing the story.

Who is the author of the stories? Where does creativity come from?

We all know that practice makes us better at whatever art form we aspire to. We all know that if you want to be a writer then you have to practice the craft, just as an actor needs to train, and a singer needs to rehearse, and an artist needs to get dirty.

I think we also all know that hard work and practice isn’t enough. To truly become a great artist or a great writer, we need to have access to that mystical, spiritual, perhaps imaginary place of inspiration and imagination. We need to dive into the pool of shimmering fairy dust and submerge our bodies into the energy and power that comes when people create. I’ve felt it before, walking into a theatre on opening night, or into a classroom of young people  inspired by a creative project. The energy when creative people get together to create is palpable.  I imagine that on a level beyond our sight, the air fills with bright waves of color as ideas bounce around the room. These colors pour themselves into the creative pool, feeding it more energy so that it can grow and thrive. It is a powerful, beautiful, incredible place.

The struggle, of course, is how to gain access. It is available to all, but not everyone learns how to dive in, how to immerse themselves, how to succumb to the creative energy surrounding them and let that energy guide them. Some days, I am able to write or create from that place, but more often than not I get in my own way. I think too much, or let my doubts overcome possibility. When I do that, access to the pool closes and I find myself sitting cold and lonely in the dark, crying tears of loss and emptiness. Too often that feeling comes when I focus on things outside the creation itself. Questions like, “will I ever get published?” or “what will people think if I write this?” or “how can I make money doing this?” or “does doing this make the world a better place”  or any number of things outside the process interfere with the act of creation, and I lose access to the creative pool for long periods of time.

I am empty without it.

So, my goal is not to focus on the practicality of the product, but on the journey of creation. I am tired of not moving forward because of my perception of what I “should” be doing. I am tired of clinging to money or title as evidence that somehow I have am successful or reached a point of achievement. I now want to simply bathe in the pool of inspiration as often as I can, and let it’s energy feed me as I go on a wonderful journey into my version of the story.

I want to fight the battles in this world one creation at a time.

I still have a story to tell.

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zencherry
    May 24, 2012 @ 08:55:07

    I’ve always hated that quote, ‘every story has been told’ or however it goes. That’s like saying everybody has already been born. You know? I think that every story hasn’t been told with the flavor and zest that makes each one unique.
    Alright so there’s been a brown-eyed brunette born already, but did she have pep? Did she like red bow shoes? Spaghetti with the sauce made just so?

    You absolutely still have a story to tell. You do wield words very, very well. Keep at it hon, you ROCK. And access to the pool of shimmery fairy dust? Well hon, you are the pool. Quit shutting the door on yourself. 😉


  2. Julie Frayn
    May 24, 2012 @ 09:10:06

    Focus on the journey – that is a good plan. All those other things can wait until you get to the end of the story you have to tell (the first one, I bet there are many in there). I also get in my own way, find excuses not to do what brings me so much satisfaction and joy. Working daily to overcome those self-imposed obstacles. We will do it, Lisa! One word at a time.


  3. Stuart Nager
    May 24, 2012 @ 09:11:07

    We’re behind you!! Just don’t stop.


  4. Tori Nelson
    May 24, 2012 @ 09:38:56

    No one can ever tell a story, paint a painting, create anything exactly and precisely the way you will. That is the catch I think. Technically there are a world of writers all writing similar stuff, but I am a firm believer that you can say one thing an infinite number of ways. And, Miss Thang, I like your way 🙂


  5. Kathryn McCullough
    May 24, 2012 @ 14:23:12

    I swear, this is one of the most brilliant posts I’ve read in a while. God, I needed to hear this today. I need to print this out and post in on my wall–above my sink–beside my chair! Great writing, Lisa. And amazing truth. You have witten from that place today, my friend!


  6. joannevalentinesimson
    May 25, 2012 @ 12:57:56

    Good post, Lisa, and good questions! Don’t let them go. We do need to keep asking ourselves those questions! That way, you’re less likely to produce a lot of useless junk. Let’s call it “plastic prose.” Maybe the money question is irrelevent. The wise counsel “Don’t quit your day job.” applies to almost all artists, I think. Unless you are actually making a living writing or painting or in the theater. Very few do.
    The sciences are just the opposite; most of the time science is a solitary pursuit (like writing), but it, too, builds upon what has gone before.


    • Lisa Wields Words
      May 25, 2012 @ 14:17:16

      Ah, but part of my problem right now is that I don’t really have a day job. I’ve built a career out of education–teaching theatre and writing (research and general composition) but my world has shifted. While I still have a class or too (during the year) it has been difficult to find my path since we moved here. I’m not giving up, I just know that part of the difficulty of finding the path is that I am no longer committed to the life I’ve led. I don’t want just a day job, I want jobs and work that inspire and feed me beyond financial gain. I want to create a new kind of job, and yet I don’t know what it looks like. So I write. I think. I read. I worry. I create. I cry. And I dream. Somehow, I have to hope, that eventually I will figure it out.


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