Lately, I’ve been logging a lot of miles. Hiking is my exercise of choice, and I’m lucky to have an enormous regional park just outside my door. I’m hiking at least a couple miles every day.
I don’t tell anyone this to get a pat on the back. The reason I’m bringing it up is because lately, I’ve been getting the best bolts of idea lightning during these hikes. I always have my phone with me so I can write down those nuggets of inspiration that strike.
People often ask writers where we get the ideas for our stories. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t know. These ideas just show up. Sometimes they’re fully formed and other times they’re just concepts, but if they’re good enough to make me pause and record them, I know they have the potential to be keepers.
I even restarted the book I’m working on based on one of these nature-driven epiphanies, and I’m so much happier with it. It’s less awkward and a genuine joy to write, rather than a struggle. I knew I’d find that place eventually, and I’m glad it happened sooner rather than later.