Ideas are funny things. They can give you one half of your story, but leave a huge gap in your logic as to why it should be that way in particular.
My relationship with my ideas is as distant as it gets. They come like fluttering butterflies and then leave instantly leaving me to think. Why enter my brain with a jigsaw piece which doesn’t fit anywhere?
This has been me for eight years now. Getting ideas and trying to figure out where they should go or why they are when in my brain to start with.
I’d been having trouble placing the setting of my story world. There was no clear setting as I was using both past and present in the first half of the story, which some had mentioned had confused them.
It made me think. Which one do I want to use most? Which one am I more tailored to portraying to the best of my ability?
The answer was neither.
I’ve come up with a world which is neither past, present or futuristic. It sounds confusing. You need a distinct setting so that the reader can identify that from the get go. To do otherwise is just insane!
I’d thought that, too.
But what if there was a world behind Chaos? What if everything existed in its own form by the Gods who decided who best to look after it?
The meaning of Chaos is ‘a disorderly mess.’ Meaning, it’s not meant to make sense, it’s meant to be confusing.
It might be a mad idea to assume such a thing. It might not even be logical but to me, it’s like the puzzle piece I was given all those years ago is finally in its place.
It goes to show that ideas, although they don’t always come with explanations, can guide you. You don’t know why it is but that’s what makes you write. To discover the meaning behind it.
Next time a weird idea hits you. Don’t hesitate. Just write.
Have a great week!