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Debunking the Lightning Myth: Where’s My Thunderbolt of Inspiration?

You know that old myth that inspiration strikes like lightning?
Yeah. Let’s go ahead and toss that in the compost bin, right next to last week’s kale.

As a cozy mystery author, I get asked all the time: “Where do you get your ideas?”
There’s this widely held belief that writers are constantly floating around in a bubble of creativity, sipping tea and spontaneously birthing brilliant plots like literary unicorns.

Let me just invite you into the real scene at my house.

It’s 9 a.m. I shuffle into my writing space, which is honestly just a desk covered in sticky notes, empty mugs, and at least three pens I pretend I don’t chew. I sit down. Crack knuckles. Tell myself, “Today is the day I finish Chapter Four!”

And… absolutely nothing happens.

Not a plot twist. Not a witty line of dialogue. Not even a suspicious footprint on a doormat. Just blank screen and the sound of Blueberry, my extremely judgmental Papillon, sighing loudly from her perch on the armchair.

If you don’t believe me, she’ll tell you herself.

Blueberry’s Commentary:
“She stares at the screen. Then she Googles synonyms for ‘suspicious.’ Then she opens a bag of pretzels. I don’t know what Chapter Four is, but I’m 85% sure it smells like snacks and existential dread.”

Here’s the real truth: inspiration is rarely a thunderbolt. It’s more like trying to catch a slippery idea with a butterfly net while your dog glares at you because you promised walkies an hour ago.

Some days, I write one sentence. Some days I write a paragraph so awkward, I think I may have just committed a literary crime. But I write.
Because, as my editor reminds me (often), “We can fix bad. We can even fix horrendous. -- We can’t fix nothing.”

(They also said this while eating a donut and side-eyeing my outline, which I definitely meant to update last week.)

I used to believe the whole lightning bolt thing, too. That magical inspiration would just… show up, tap me on the shoulder, and whisper, “Psst, the killer is the town librarian with a cucumber sandwich.”
But here’s what actually works: showing up. Sitting down. Writing something, even if it’s weird. Especially if it’s weird.

Sometimes the real magic comes when you least expect it—mid-sentence, mid-snack, or mid-walk with a dog who thinks she’s my co-author.

Blueberry again:
“Correction: I am the muse. You’re just the typist.”

So, dear reader (and fellow frazzled writer), the next time you imagine authors frolicking through fields of inspiration—know that behind every published book is a writer in yoga pants, staring at their screen, whispering, “Just one good sentence… please…”
And possibly sharing pretzels with a Papillon.

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