Where do stories come from? Does the writer invent them? Or discover them?
I’m certain it’s the latter. As least if they are living stories, true stories. (True–whether or not they are factual.)
It was that blog from a couple of weeks ago that got me thinking about the promise that God will supply all we need–and that the word “supply” means basically: God is leading us in a dance.
In a dance someone has to lead or you’ll tread on each other’s toes. Or fall over. It won’t look good. And it certainly won’t be a dance–and it won’t look anything like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers.
“You don’t make art, you find it.”
In writing too. The story already existed and you were available–it came through you. It may look like you were very clever and had this master plan. But you know that you wrote following clues.
When I was writing The Jesus Storybook Bible I had no idea until I wrote it that the book was going to “end” with “To Be Continued.” I stood back and thought, that’s clever. Because I knew it was something I walked into, as if led.
I realize more and more that is my job. To get out of the way and let the story through. To get out of the way. To follow.
Just like in a dance.
I wonder what does that look like in your world, your work? to get out of the way? to follow?