Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Divine Inspiration

I woke this morning with a story in my head...

Rare moments of subconscious inspiration strike me from time to time, but when they do they often arrive fully formed.  This weekend was one of those occasions.  I am wondering if by taking my foot off the pedal during a self indulgent 24 hours (well 12 actually but who cares), I have allowed my brain to recharge in an instant whip kind of way.  For on Monday morning I woke up with a title, the characters, the themes, the plot and structure along with the narrative devices and by Gad does it feel good.  I am resurrected.

I am currently resisting the pull of just sitting at my laptop until I emerge with a novel, but I have logged it all in my dream journals which have remained lonely and unloved by the side of my bed for the last couple of months.  I want to write, I need to write and I want to launch into this novel and, this is very much a novel at the moment, although I think I could turn it into a radio play for today.  Maybe it is the combination of removing myself from my own writing by talking about writing with other writers, or maybe just because I let my 'little grey cells' recover, reshape and re-form into an order, or it might be to do with the fact that I have stopped bashing my head against the brick wall.

Although I fully understand and know how to compile a radio play, it is something I have not really launched into, as film, television and prose have featured more heavily in what I write. So I am going to give it a crack and I will let you know how I get on.  Acceptance for radio along with the turn around time if accepted, is so much shorter than the whole film and TV cycle, this makes it quite attractive as I swear I will be skeletal and the subject of archaeological reincarnation before I ever see one of my films on the big screen. 

Writers are taking matters into their own hands these days, as more and more shoot their own scripts into calling cards.  I am considering taking a sabbatical next year by applying for and hopefully attending the 10 week filmmakers course at the Arts Institute at Bournemouth.  I'll be shooting raindrops on posies before I know where I am.

Foxi, over and out and for now, dancing on rooftops...

3 comments:

Kristen In London said...

This is totally inspiring, Foxi. I completely believe in the power of inspiration, and it cannot be controlled. I myself sat down at a completely impractical moment last night (meant to be producing dinner) and went through my childhood-through-present recipe file. Totally inspired. This morning? Not so much.

I am so curious as to the subject of your brilliance! More power to you.

Foxi Rosie said...

I am convinced... after reading and re-reading and reading again 'Writing in Flow' by some clever dick, the fish before bedtime and falling asleep to music ticke is officially regenerating my creative muse. I have so many ideas swimming around in my cells at the moment, that I may never eat another peice of meat or carbohydrate ever again!

Kristen In London said...

Wow, this is marvellous to hear, Foxi. I have several chapters rumbling through my brain too, but after a four-hour writing seminar today (plus I had to feed them all!), I'm ready for a lazy few hours... and then maybe a piece of fish??