Flowing Into Story Can Lead to Some Pretty Cool Places.

As I continue to create a sequel to an as-of-yet unpublished novel, I find myself challenged. By ME! Who doesn’t at times, right? I try and grab my reluctance to sit down to my keyboard and get cracking and just do it.

Being a writer and also living out in a very rural setting can provide an author with some interesting considerations. I think most folks who happen upon this site of mine find the opposite in that most everyone lives in a city. Or at least somewhere where your nearest neighbor isn’t a mile down the lane.

Yet inspiration does find me. In different and more subtle ways than city-like-diversions. It’s usually a view out my window. Or the way the light plays across a wall as the sun weaves together colors into shade and hues.

A reflection becomes a doorway through which my mind can spin out and into and unfold to story.

I have tried so many times when sharing my art to explain this place I go. This flow that takes over.

No, I don’t have a muse or favorite pen or wear a cap just so. I have something far more complex and yes, sometimes totally bonkers—imagination.

 

And you know what? So do you.

You have within you the possibility to create all that is. Bonkers huh.

Reflections

 

 

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