The train, I've come to realise, is the best place for story idea sparking. I watched how people talk, sit, react and I put my characters in their positions. I think people look at me strangely when I start to smile as I think of how a scene would play out. But I don't care because It's me not them...and they have no idea what they are missing out on.
Today I realised that each emotion is a story in itself. How you got there, how you cope with it, what you do with it, what happens after it. If you take a series of emotions your story would be a mess and you and your readers would be going on a roller coaster where there are too many loops that you feel sick. When writing you have to pick an emotion, a genre if I may. You may know this but me, well, I'm sort of learning as I go.
I'm tired. I'm sleepy. My eyes are trying to force themselves shut and are almost succeeding. I watched a movie tonight and the funny thing is, I am so influenced by the recent book or movie I read or watch, it's as I am a sponge that is regularly wrung out so I can absorb some more. It isn't good, I don't think, but I don't know how to stop. How do you stop being a sponge?
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