If we’re really being honest with ourselves we know when our stories are rooted in something deeper than just a good idea. They were just random objects that evoked feelings in me that really couldn’t be put into words.
There was no rhyme or reason to what I declared a treasure. It included things like my favorite Bonnie Bell Lip Smackers, sea glass, a cool cat’s eye marble, miniature Hello Kitty colored pencils, and a tiny box of Worry Dolls. When I was a kid, I had a secret drawer in my dresser where I hid my eclectic collection of treasures. Most writers I talk to can trace their treasure hunting days back to childhood. Consequently, writers are perpetual treasure hunters, the black crows of society. From the mundane to the downright bizarre, everything is fair game. I’m always tempted to respond with something like, “I steal them from first graders” or “I ask my Ouija board.” I think everyone reading this post knows that ideas come from absolutely everywhere and anything.
People who aren’t directly involved in the publishing industry ask me where I get my ideas from all the time.
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