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

Let me set the record straight once and for all: inspiration does not strike like lightning.

I know, I know. The myth is seductive. You imagine me walking along a sun-dappled forest path with my Papillon pup, Blueberry, a latte in one hand and a notebook in the other, when suddenly—ZAP!—an idea for the next great cozy mystery crackles from the heavens and lands fully formed into my brain. A plot! A twist! The killer was the garden club president all along!

If only.

Here’s the real story.

Most days, I shuffle into my office (read: corner of the house where I've carved out 3.5 feet of creative territory), still wearing pajamas, hair looking like I lost a fight with a hedge, clutching a lukewarm cup of coffee. I sit down, take a deep breath, and think, Today’s the day I finish Chapter Four. I’m feeling it.

And… nothing.

No killer, no motive, not even a misplaced teacup.

It’s like my brain has gone on strike and is currently picketing outside my window with a sign that says, “No plot points until coffee and snacks.”

This, dear reader, is the unglamorous truth about writing: inspiration is a diva. She shows up when she feels like it—usually in the middle of a shower, a grocery run, or at 3:17 a.m. when all you have to scribble on is a receipt and an old lipstick.

So what do I do when Inspiration is a no-show?

I write anyway.

Sometimes it’s one line. Sometimes it’s 400 words about a pumpkin spice muffin that has nothing to do with the actual plot. But I write. My editor—bless her caffeinated soul—once told me, “We can fix bad. We can’t fix nothing.” And truer words were never spoken.

Some days, the writing is so awkward even my dog looks embarrassed. But I’ve learned that showing up, even when you feel as creatively empty as an unplugged lava lamp, is the secret sauce. It’s the unsexy, persistent, just-keep-typing part of writing that no one makes a movie montage about.

Yes, outlines help. Tremendously. (That’s a story for another blog post, preferably after I finish outlining my next cozy mystery and stop crying into my planner.) But even with a roadmap, the road can feel like it’s paved with molasses.

So if you’ve ever imagined that writers live in a constant state of poetic daydreaming—sorry to disappoint. The truth is more like caffeine-fueled grit, sprinkled with moments of absurdity, and powered by a small dog who insists on sitting on the keyboard mid-scene.

But would I trade it?

Not for anything.

Because in between the days of nothingness, the off-key sentences, and the “I-have-no-idea-what-happens-next” panic, there are magical moments when it all does come together. When a character says something you didn’t expect. When a twist sneaks up on even you. And yes, when that bolt of inspiration—finally—makes an appearance.

Usually after you've already written 700 words about muffins.

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