Inspiration comes in a lot of different forms. Some are rather classic, some are mundane, sometimes the search for inspiration itself becomes a story in itself.
An author can climb a mountain all the way to the top. Once she gets there there might be a wide panorama of beauty around her. Eagles flying above or below. Dust-devils might dance over hot borax springs. Light fluffy clouds march row on row till they meet a wave-front of dark thunderhead. OR she might find the top of the mountain shrouded in thick mist that allows no view at all.
An author might wander down to the bus stop and make up stories about the people offloading from the buses. That old man has a limp, gained in the Great War perhaps? That woman is clutching her handbag. Are there spy document inside? The young man has an ax tattoo. A fireman perhaps?
But for this author the most successful thing to do is to sit down and WRITE! So off I go!
An author can climb a mountain all the way to the top. Once she gets there there might be a wide panorama of beauty around her. Eagles flying above or below. Dust-devils might dance over hot borax springs. Light fluffy clouds march row on row till they meet a wave-front of dark thunderhead. OR she might find the top of the mountain shrouded in thick mist that allows no view at all.
An author might wander down to the bus stop and make up stories about the people offloading from the buses. That old man has a limp, gained in the Great War perhaps? That woman is clutching her handbag. Are there spy document inside? The young man has an ax tattoo. A fireman perhaps?
But for this author the most successful thing to do is to sit down and WRITE! So off I go!
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