As writers, we just need to wake up each morning and wonderful things to write about appear before us. It is probably one of the most valuable gifts in the world for us- the ability to find awe and wonder all around us.
But then, there are so many things that ARE awesome! Like this amazing tree and all of the holiday decorations in this area in New York City. Being there in person is like attending a concert, play or sports event: the energy from being among other people can’t be replicated if you aren’t physically there, yet as writers, if we experience that, we can develop our writing to the point where others ALMOST experience the event the way we would like them to.
And so, a solemn and unavoidably spiritual visit to the 9-11 Memorial to say goodbye to a friend lost; or down into the museum with a thousand other people to share in reverent silence [you will have goosebumps the moment you step onto the property]; or a wild and wooly cab ride through the streets of Manhattan from the 9-11 Memorial site to the Intrepid Museum [where the current mayor was holding a press conference, live]; or lunch with the family in an Irish Tavern built in 1881[where my 7-year-old grandson said the fries were the best in the world], is really all fodder for the writing I’ll do tomorrow for a short story or even my novels. I’ve got sounds and emotions and smells and sights now I didn’t have before.
And the delays in the airport and the ferry ride to New York or even getting lost and re-enacting the Trains, Planes and Automobiles theme with 3 generations of my family after nearly 14 miles of walking through New York City in a day are all fodder. When we were in the comfort of our own living room and recapping the day, wonderful things came to mind – not the fact that there was no train, bus or cab to return us nearly seven miles back to our ferry dock. Nor, the fact that we didn’t even have any idea of what that ferry dock number was! No, we shared about the terrific people we met on the subway, the awesome cabbies who worked such magic around the crowded city, the lovely New Yorkers who tried their best to guide us back “home.” Oh yes – and the man who kept shouting about the Bible and God’s day of retribution – a memory the grandson won’t soon forget. The lights and actors around Times Square, the gilded simplicity of the Simon-Schuster building, the lines of well-dressed folks waiting for the Broadway theatres to open!
Every day out the door can be an adventure! Be childlike in your observations and enjoy the trials as well as the triumphs! Your writing – and your readers – will thank you for all those layers of human fears and thrills!
Keep writing and reading! And keep being adventurous. Nancy Q.