Have you ever stopped and noticed that your art is more than a static, outward thing? It’s dynamic, and it is connected to you in ways you may never fully figure out. Think about it. You pour your heart and soul into anything, and it’s bound to reflect you to a certain extent. Or at least a facet of you. God made man in His own image, and while we are now imperfect, we seek to create, and oftentimes we will unintentionally create in our own image.
This really hit home to me during my April writing project. See, I had no plans of doing Camp NaNoWriMo during April. I had already signed up to write a poem every day that month, and offered to lead a series of poetry workshop/exercises on a forum for young writers. Yes, I tend to reach for the moon on occasion, but I do have at least some sense of decorum and plausibility. (Those of you who know me, quit laughing. You know I do every once in awhile.)
And then I bought a new album of music and heard this song. I’d heard it before when a friend first recommended the album (it’s a fabulous CD, by the way, I highly recommend it), but suddenly I was really hearing it. And BAM! A newborn story sat there on my desk, gazing up at me with this smug little “I know you want to write me” look on its face. The trigger for all this? Two words. Ice Pirates. And then this mental image of a ghost ship made from the timbers of wrecks and held together with ice and mist. I sat there and thought about it for a bit, and jotted it down in my idea folder, but it wouldn’t go away. It wanted to be written.
I kind of shrugged it off and tried to go to bed that night. Haha. By the time I actually managed to fall asleep, I had the main character, three side characters, the villain, and the entire plot figured out. It had changed a bit from the original idea, but it felt really strong. Seriously, I don’t think I have ever had a story come together that fast. It was like it had to come. And, interestingly enough, it did.