During the night I awakened and joined my characters in the better part of an hour’s discussion about an idea, a brilliant plot twist that would punch up the suspense in my story. The idea, unfortunately, didn’t make it through to the light of day. Normally when something occurs to me during the night I write it down because I know I won’t remember it in the morning. But by the end of the discussion I had already decided it wasn’t an original idea. It was only the lingering fragments of a dream — an idea gleaned from somewhere else, something recently read or viewed on television.
I know every plot idea has already been done before, and what counts is the unique fingerprint we place on its development. But this idea? It felt like a reflection of another one. I couldn’t quite pin down where it came from, but it definitely wasn’t mine. Such a shame. Under the cover of darkness… under my covers… it seemed so promising.
How do you know your stories are truly original, and aren’t simply mirroring one from among the multitude you’ve previously read?
“Writing is a struggle against silence.”
“The process of writing has something infinite about it.
Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.”
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