Do you ever find yourself surreptitiously watching other people—from a safe distance—and creating in your mind a scene based on what you’re seeing? This is one of my favorite games, Observation.
I will often play this game along with Listen Closely—which some wrong-minded, nonwriter types insist is really called Eavesdropping. Silly uninformed noncreatives. Sometimes I even call it Research.
But what all of these games have in common is they can be used to kickstart your creativity. When my brain seems full of cotton and my fingers are unresponsive stubs, I can often get started again by playing Observation.
Let’s try it!
Here’s a photo I pulled from a free photo site. What’s the story going on here? What can we tell about these people by observing this scene?
- Probably a family. Could be a blended family (kids with different color hair), but not necessarily.
- The family values reading for entertainment and instruction. They are reading The Lorax.
- Whoever they are, they are probably at home. Casually attired, barefoot, huddled close together as people do in their natural environment. Oh, and they are downstairs—see that railing behind the dark-haired girls? Are they downstairs on the mainfloor or in the basement? Whichever better suits your imagination.
- The little blonde girl in the pink is not engaged in storytime. She’s more interested in the photographer.
- The mom, with her glasses and hair pulled back, seems a little severe.
More observation would yield even more details, but here’s the story that came to my mind (POV person is the photographer):
Just like Meghan to orchestrate a scene. Trying to use the kids and the lie of “domestic traquility” to make me change my mind. But this time I’m really leaving.
I’d like to stay. I’d like to believe the lie. Wouldn’t that be nice? But manipulation and exclusion are the tools she uses to control her world, including her kids and me.
Pookie sees the truth, and that kills me. She’s far too perceptive for a four-year-old—but strong too. She’ll be okay. She has to be okay.
“Goodbye, Pook. Daddy loves you.”
Now this storyline is not a real exciting—or even original—idea. But that’s not the point. The point is that it has sparked my creativity and I can now turn to my WIP, renewed.
Who knows what might come out of me taking 30 minutes to play Observation? And it can work for you too.
Here’s another photo. Make your observations about what’s going on here and then share the storyline that comes to mind as a result in the comments.
reported for The Indianapolis Star.