"Alice in Wonderland was my inspiration for celebrating half-birthdays. Also, it's January and we need something in our lives to get our minds off the grayness of Utah in winter."These are the first two lines of my new story... the one that I came up with last night. The story that doesn't exist outside of my head... and these two lines.
I always have story ideas. I get them from my everyday life. Something so small, so inconsequential can spark a scene idea or a story idea. My head is full of them.
My dilemma is that I can never seem to take the idea and create a finished product. I can sometimes get a half finished product that I always tell myself I'll finish. And yet... no book. Nothing to really share. I'm still stuck in a head full of story ideas.
Perhaps my problem is that I don't really have all the much life experience. I get stuck writing about stuff I've never in fact experienced for myself. But isn't that why it's called fiction?