‘You speak of Lord Byron and me—there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees—I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.’ — John Keats
One of the questions I think about far too often is ‘Where do all my ideas come from?’. Some of my ideas, especially those writing-related, seem to be offered to me by another being from an odd alternative universe. Many of my novel ideas are based on things I’ve never truly experienced, love, death and the many things in between. How then, can I write of them?
Some may argue I can’t, that because I haven’t experienced something first hand I couldn’t possibly write of it. And to some extent I believe this too, for a long time I followed the phrase ‘write what you know’ diligently. It’s only recently I’ve broken free.
I guess the real question is, ‘Where does knowledge come from?’.