What do you do when your imagination surprises you? Today I was browsing my wordpress feed, looking for inspiration for flash fiction (which I haven’t written in a while), and for some reason, my imagination’s response to every prompt was to conjure up something unexpectedly dark and a bit alarming. Anyone who knows me well can tell you that I definitely have a Gothic edge, both in my clothing style and in my general outlook. My brain regularly dwells on dark things. I get visions of dark and disturbing scenes in my head. But today was different. Today “dark” was all that came to mind.
What do you do when your own writing imagination shocks you? I’ll give you an example. One of the ideas that popped into my head was to write a piece from the perspective of someone in a coffin. Where did that idea come from? Is it too weird? Should I ignore ideas like this? Should I indulge that part of my imagination and write anyway? My friend sitting next to me has no idea what goes on in my head. What would she say if she could see my thoughts? I have grown numb to the monsters in my mind.
What do you do when the other half of you, the half that you try to suppress, wakes up and pokes you for attention? I try not to listen, but I also savor its wakefulness. It breathes an idea in my ear, which blossoms into a feeling I cannot describe. I’m not unhinged, I promise. Or am I?
Thanks for reading, and I welcome any thoughts you have on this subject.