The grit at the heart of the pearl ~ or the point from which stories grow

A recently discovered old post from a blog o am now following. This post so resonates with me. My story got into my head and was grit. It has the very first layer of nacre, and I’m trying to make more.

Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking

The grit at the heart of the pearl ~ or the point from which stories grow

Writers are often asked a question that can be virtually impossible to answer: “Where do you get your ideas?” as if there’s a kind of
supermarket you can shop at. It’s hard to answer because in some ways ideas come from everywhere; too often writers become blocked not because of a lack of inspiration but a surfeit of it and indecision
about how to bind them together cohesively.

For me ideas are the grit that sneaks into an oyster and causes so much irritation that the poor oyster does its best to cushion and coat the sharp grit so it stops hurting. I’ll come back to the pain of the
oyster later.

Strangers and Pilgrimswas an odd book for me because some of the grit has been lurking in my personal oyster for a…

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