Sunday, October 21, 2012
Ideas All Around.
I was, of course, tempted to use Harlan Ellison's famous answer. Tired of hearing the same question over and over, he declared that every week he sent $5 (or $10 or $25, depending on the source) to a little old lady in Schenectady, New York and in return she sent him a list of ideas. Everyone laughed, but apparently at the end of the session there was a queue of people asking for her address.
I even thought of stealing Nick Tchan's recent forum post that said flying monkeys delivered ideas to him on scraps of paper.
Or Theodore Sturgeon's statement that every evening he left a bowl of milk on his front porch, and in the morning the milk had gone and a list of ideas had been left.
Instead I told the truth, that I see them everywhere around me. And they're coming faster than I can write them. I keep a list of them, of course. Some of these gems may not get used for a long time, some of them may end up as a minor idea in a different story. Some of them many never find a home.
Yesterday, for instance, I saw a car being towed by a tow-truck. I started asking "What if?", dropping the event into a number of different scenarios, and had half a story unfolding before I'd even realised it.
As for Theodore Sturgeon's answer, I think he may have been joking. At least once he suffered writer's block, bereft of ideas, and so he wrote to Robert Heinlein. Heinlein responded thus.
Check it out. It' a fabulous letter with everything from fully hatched ideas down to short, abstract thoughts.
Posted by Steve Cameron at 3:55 AM
Labels: harlan ellison, ideas, nick tchan, robert heinlein, theodore sturgeon, writers block, writing
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Great link - thank you. The little cat ghost idea is certainly evocative. What a heart tugger. It hardly needs a whole story. Just the thought of that loyal lost soul searching eternity is enough to make me sniff :)
Yes, a fabulous letter! Sturgeon's The Dreaming Jewels is my all-time favorite classic sf book.
Well...one of my favorites.
In 1931, 14 year old Forrest J. Ackerman wrote to Edgar Rice Burroughs. The letter, and the response ae fantastic
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