Writing – where do these ideas that reach me, that reach all of us, come from?
Some say the Greeks might have the answer: The Greek word eudaimonia means literally “the state of having a good indwelling spirit, a good genius.”
Perhaps a good spirit delivers these words?
Or maybe the Romans had it right. A genius/juno — a guardian spirit — may be the one to thank (or blame).
More recently, guest blogger Kimberly Brock (on Writers in the Storm) writes that ideas come like lightning strikes, and we writers are the collectors: “Collecting lightning means being a structure that invites risk to zip right through us.”
Lightning Collector — I like the sound of that.
But maybe these ideas arrive secretly. Slowly. Like rainy days after a sudden storm. The chill of a winter morning. The quiet time before the world wakes. The still evening after all’ve retired to bed.
Perhaps it is more like the hum and gurgle and sweet growl of the coffee maker — that shiny, classic, stainless steel soldier withstanding the heat atop stove top burners.
Yes. Some days, these ideas percolate to the surface, well heated — warmed and shaped by the water below.