Call it a benefit of being a creative type.
Even though I may be working on one project, there’s always the strong possibility that ideas connected with another can still pop up. Happens to all of us.
When they do, I do my best to take advantage of it.
Just such a thing happened yesterday morning. As is my usual routine, I was riding my bike to work. (Didja know I leave the house at 4AM? True.) Suffice to say, it was dark.
And foggy. This is San Francisco, where fog is a serious issue. Visibility was limited to fifteen, maybe twenty yards.
So there I am, pedaling along, and I can’t help but notice how delightfully creepy and sinister it all is. Barely-lit slick streets blanketed with dense fog, the hearty blast of the foghorn sounding over by the Golden Gate. Something in my brain switches on.
“This is the perfect setting,” I think to myself, “for the opening of the monster script.”
The fog hung around for about another two miles, giving me lots of time to come up with a mental list of what could happen during that sequence. After I got to work, I wrote some of them down. If only the rest of this was as easy.
Even though this is just a small part of the story, and the actual work on the script may not happen for a couple of months, it was pleasantly unexpected.
We can’t force inspiration, so when you suddenly come up with an idea, let alone one that works, no matter how big or small it is, grab hold with both hands and do not let go.
The details might change, or you might not even use it, but it’s still a small step towards being done that helps make the whole process a little more bearable.