Skip to main content

Where to Find a Story

So, where do the story ideas come from? How do you find the story starter or the story ender? It's all fine and good if the idea is there with a sign saying, "I'd make a great story," but it rarely happens. I have five places where I can usualy find ideas for a story.

  1. News. Newspapers, evening news, morning news, internet and magazines are all places that I can find story ideas. Some are local; some are national or global. Some are simply stories such as a wounded warrior home from war; some can be turned into a mystery: finding a lost ship in the Great Lakes. The news is always a source for stories.
  2. Research. When I'm researching, I can usually find the beginnings of another novel . . . somewhat. Researching for an historical fiction novel about the Crusades time period led to an interesting story about pirates in the Baltic Sea which, in turn, led to a story about pirates in the Chesapeake Bay.
  3. Conversations. One never knows when a random conversation might trigger an idea. A friend of mine teaches and told me about a conversation students had concerning the perfect water fountain - not to mention which class was the best class to ask for a water break. Location was everything. While it might not make the greatest novel, it could make an interesting monologue or short story.
  4. Causes. Something that you're passionate about is always a good place to look for ideas. Praying for and supporting the persecuted Church is something that I feel passionate about, and I can usually find a story there. It doesn't have to be something big, though; I also happen to believe that we need to use more artisan crafts in our daily lives. Once again, I can find ways to generate ideas. Another way to utilize this thought is to subscribe to magazines that follow your passions.
  5. Family. Specifically, family history is a good generator. Yes, some are strictly historical like the ancestor who fought in the French and Indian War, but some can be contemporary like proving that you are a descendant of some rich nobleman and deserve the money. My own family has been in the States since before the American War of Independence. I have Loyalist and Patriot; Northener and Southerner; Canadian and American blood in my veins - and stories from all of it. Family history might appear boring, but it can be a good place to generate an idea for your next novel.
Ideas are all around us, waiting to be harvested. One way to keep hold of any ideas is to start a journal. Some have a personal journal, a writer's journal and an artist's journal, but I found that a plain journal works best for me since I don't like having multiple journals to find. I make my own journals, but even a simple notebook works so long as you use it. Write down conversations; tape in clippings from a magazine. If, like me, you use the computer every day, starting a story idea folder might work. The important thing is that you use it, and can find the ideas later. Occasionally read through the ideas to see if something new pops out at you.

What about you? Where do you find your story ideas?


Popular posts from this blog

Chapter Four - The Board and Council

The town center was the oldest and grayest part of the town, though, even there the buildings were still colorful with the stone buildings being blue-gray, pink-gray and lavender-gray. In the center of town, marking the absolute center of the town, was a park area with a fountain in the center, the fountain led down into an underground grotto which was currently overflowing with people not unlike the fountain above it. “Looks like it’s connected,” Ramses said. “I think Mederei said it was had healing properties.” “That would be the place to look for the tapestries.” “Mama,” a child whispered loudly. Why was it when children whispered they yelled? “Why is that man so brown?” “Shh, honey, he’s probably from the capital region.” “No, Mama, they’re black, he isn’t. He’s brown, and scary looking.” The boy, blonde haired and blue eyed like his mother, was probably from the town. It was said that on the Isle of Caergwl├ón, the darkest were those in the capital and from there, they lost their color…

Chapter Nineteen - Negotiations

And we're back! Apparently my computer was sick, needed a reboot and now I'm in the process of organizing it all over again. Ah well. 

She was annoyingly brilliant, stubborn and naive; he was equally brilliant and stubborn, but not as naive. Kiango and Mederei were too valuable to the kingdom to remain in constant battles, but that's where they often found themselves. Both trying to solve a problem to help their families, friends or kingdom, but often going about it the completely opposite ways. Both had the power and prestige related to their families, and both wielded that power in strange and unusual ways. Kiango used his influence to lead the younger members of the society, but unlike other members of the royal family, had little magic. Mederei's magical power had to remain regulated and hidden because of the rules. How much of Mederei's ability Kiango knew about though ... They would always remain in conflict with one another, but there had to be some way they c…

Chapter Twenty - Bastllyr

Sorry for the delay on publishing, but here is the next chapter in Mederei's adventures. Currently, I have finished the book (wild cheering), but I have come to the conclusion that I need to improve my battle scenes. To that end, the upcoming chapters may not be ... as high of quality as I hope. 

“Climbing up the hill we go, we go; along the merry paths we go, we go. Sunshine fading, 'ventures waiting, up we go, we go,” Mederei sang, slightly off key as they climbed. “Can't you think of a better song than that?” Caradoc grumbled, four steps ahead of her. “But it's perfect. We're climbing up the mountain to the sunshine and the god.” “You've been singing it nonstop for the past ten minutes. Come up with another song. Anything.” “It might have been me there with you; it might have been me, and my dreams coming true.” “UGH!” “You wanted another song.” “Anything but that sappy song! It gets stuck in your brain ...” They walked in silence around a series of large boulders o…