Where do you get your ideas?
That, of course, is the question most often asked by people who read but do not write. Where in the world do you get ideas from?
I can’t speak for every writer. I can only speak for me. The answer is plain and simple.
I have no idea where they come from. They fall out of the sky, hit me in the head. I like to call them Thunderbolts. What I tell people all the time is simple. I don’t question the Thunderbolts from God. I just write them down.
When I sign off of this post, I am going to start working on a new story. Why? Because I saw a plastic kiddy pool in the woods. Yep, that’s it. That is the extent of my genious. I saw a twenty dollar pool in the woods and it sparked a string of thoughts inside my warped, twisted mind, and now I am writing a story.
When I am done, I will share it with you. I am thinking at least some of you will like it.