I want a pizza. I call Pizza HotlinePepperoni_Lovers_PizzaI want an idea for a new story I call…

Where do I call when I need an idea for a story or a post?

Who delivers that?

The more I write, the more I believe writers do not invent their stories or posts. They are delivered by what people used to call muses. Think of muses as the delivery service of the idea pizzeria. I call them “story fairies.”

I needed a new children’s book. I kept trying to invent it. Nada. Zip. Nothing. Then, in the last two weeks, the story fairies delivered four great ideas. They pulled up to my front door, rang the bell, and handed me four warm cardboard boxes of story ideas.

What to do when the story fairies deliver?

First, don’t stiff the story fairies or pizza deliverers. Trust me on this one. While pizza deliverers need cash, story fairies and muses don’t. The coin of their realm is respect. When they deliver you a story, treat it with respect. Say thanks and mean it. Write it down. Work on it. Finish it. Publish it. Respect is the minimum tip–at least for story fairies. It’s like 15%.

Second, share your unused ideas. If you can’t finish the idea pizza, if you can only use two of the four ideas you’ve been given, share, share, and share. Give a slice to another writer. Share freely! Don’t ask for anything in return. Now, you’re tipping generously, like 40%.

Methinks this be true for the rest of life.

Pizza and Stories

2 thoughts on “Pizza and Stories

  • May 9, 2016 at 12:53 am
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    I believe the “music muses” provide the same service. As you well know, their visits are short-lived, and if you ignore them, they will not repeat their visit. You need to accept the visit when it comes, rejoice in it, and make something happen. A catylist cannot provide a reaction by itself.

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    • May 9, 2016 at 1:55 am
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      Indeed, the music muses deliver, too. I will be sitting there plunking away on the keyboard or whatever and nothing. I will be in traffic and a delivery truck pulls up beside me, flings a melody through my sunroof, and I’ll have the song half-done by the time I’m home. Thank goodness for deliveries!

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