There’s Christmas in my nose.
That was my thought driving home from work today at 7 am. I work a retail job and we’re gearing up to launch a full Christmas attack on the store. Yesterday, I was covered in glitter. Literally, every surface of my body was covered. I had glitter in places I couldn’t scratch in public. Today, it was the scent of pine cones and styrofoam which my brain translated into Christmas. In my nose.
Inspiration comes from the most random things, doesn’t it?
A piece of a conversation heard while walking: “Bruh, that is the jankiest thing ever.”
Could turn into: How a surfer became famous because of his vocabulary.
A warm breeze that blows back a stranger’s long black hair.
Could turn into: He was a Zephyr that had fallen in love with the feel of her hair and liked to play in the silky strands.
A litter of kitten’s cuddling innocently.
Could turn into: A bitter diatribe about a mother cat birthing 5 mewling little bitches and how she couldn’t wait for them to grow older so she could send them to do her evil bidding. “Yes, drink mother’s milk and let the hate flow through you.”
The smell of books in a secondhand shop.
Could turn into: A blind savant autistic boy that has the power to differentiate books by their unique individual smell. Also has the power to tell which book will change a person’s entire life but he doesn’t know if it’s for better or worse.
Anything can become anything with an open imagination.
A lot of my story nuggets come from random text conversations with Owen. Yesterday I showed him this picture: (not mine…found randomly on the internet)
And after rolling around for awhile laughing hysterically, suddenly we were writing a one Act singing monologue about cabbages and the destruction thereof with stage directions and a dramatic sound track. (kudos for anyone who knows what I’m talking about and who this is. YOU ARE WORTHY.)
Another random conversation about fat burning cardio exercises turned into a curious conversation about fat-sucking vampires. Like, why is it always blood? The body needs fat to survive too. Which turned into what other kinds of things in a human a vampire could suck instead of blood. (Don’t let yourself fall into the gutter here….)
“There’s a story in that…” I said.
I used to keep a notebook with me wherever I went so I could write those little nuggets down. Until it became a journal/grocery list/budgeter and the significance became inconsequential. Now I have a handy dandy cell phone with a notepad App.
Anything can be a story. Even the play of shadow on the sidewalk (maybe an assassin that lurks even in the smallest of shadows?) or the screaming child in Walmart (maybe it’s a Banshee and it can hear Death coming!) Here’s an exercise: find something ordinary and turn it into something extraordinary and unexpected. These are a few I’ve collected in my phone (feel free to take and expand as you see fit!! Sharing is caring!):
-Mermaids that need prosthetics and build them from the junk in the ocean
-Old grannies that are “The Chosen one” while the jilted grandchild becomes the petulant villain. (A spin on the Chosen One trope after reading too many young adult fantasies.)
-People that name Yarn colors getting high in a room together: “Teenage dream” “Henry’s purple scribbles” “Midnight Ninja” (I was stocking yarn at my work when this one got dreamed up xD)
-Adults can “take vacation” back through their history into their childhood and relive it for a few days. But there is an unexpected murder and the adult has to figure out who did it in their child body. (My mom said she wished she could go back to the 70’s for vacation.)
-Vampire who helps hospice patients fulfill their bucket list wishes in exchange for a peace death, draining their blood for them: “Climbing Mt. Fuji”, “seeing a Buddhist temple”, “getting a picture with Tom Hiddleston” (Inspiration from the Dexter episode where he finds “the perfect Key Lime pie” for his dying friend *cries*)
-Grease stain on your favorite shirt that looks like Gene Simmons from Kiss and then suddenly you can summon him at will.
There’s a story in that somewhere…..remember that. AND KEEP WRITING!