It’s the first Wednesday of the month and that means Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) is enjoying its monthly blog fest invented by Alex J. Cavanaugh. IWSG is a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds.
QUESTION: Has a single photo or work of art ever inspired a story? What was it and did you finish it?
I was inspired by neither photo or art. As if by magic, I entered a three dimensional scene pulsing with excitement. Ultimately, I wrote, presented, and crashed.
MY ANSWER: During a recent writing workshop, I experienced something new and fresh: an altered reality. My mind was flooded with people and voices. I was stone cold sober.
Without focus, I gazed through an open window. My mind pulled me into a cozy cove of brilliant images and crisp sounds. My imagination stimulated as never before. Energy flooded my brain and thrilled my body. Words tumbled onto the page.
I had entered a sacred space of creativity that alluded me forever.
Surrounded by friends, I volunteered to read my 15 minute written sample. There were gasps of appreciation. My imaginary white feathered wings stretched; reached and extended as the warm thermal air of fellowship guided my flight. I released all protective armor as I absorbed their approval.
Without warning, the sharp tip of an arrow pierced my heart. The dark shaft of criticism dropped me to the ground with a thud. Damaged. Wounded. My innocence seeped into the earth.
This was 18 days go. As the hours passed I realized the critical comment was intended to enlighten, not damage. The truth did nothing to sooth my pain.
Have you exposed your innocent inner being only to be completely blindsided with criticism? Did you recover? How? I invite you to tell your story.