Thursday, March 10, 2016

Nature as Inspiration, Part 1

I haven't touched my manuscript in a while. I have been more focused on other things, including coming back to an old love. It will be a while before I harp on that old love here on the blog -- I don't want to jinx my chances -- but it has to do with nature :)

Anyway, I have been visiting local parks and nature preserves, and I have been enjoying myself immensely. I have had a couple of posts about finding inspiration in everyday life for your writing (like this one on using history as a source of inspiration), and want to use this post as a time to share with you some of the AWESOME sights that make me want to sit in a dark room and clack away at my keyboard!

Hope you enjoy them :)

Swan eggs!
Moss-covered stump.

Natural cavity. With the water and
the shape of the tree, I instantly
thought of incorporating this image
into my story!
Turtles on the bank.

Regrowth on a stump.

Spring buds.

Stellar branches.
Re-attuning myself with nature has me thinking back to all of the Marion Zimmer Bradley, Juliet Marillier, and (to a lesser extent) Mercedes Lackey books that I have read.

What is your current source of inspiration?

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Brief Check-in

It has been a really long time since I posted. I was doing good for a while there, delving deeper and deeper into Write Your Novel in a Month, working on my book, thinking about my craft. And then, as it often happens, I got distracted.

It started with my next-to-last post. I was sitting in a nearby McDonalds, taking full advantage of the free wifi because I was visiting family who didn't have internet, when a man decided to speak to me. Sounds simple, but it was anything but. Even with headphones in and my nose buried in my laptop, this person decided to strike up -- and awkwardly maintain -- a conversation with me. I don't like to be rude, and I wasn't just going to shut him down. But I did lie my butt off. He started off asking general questions and progressively got more personal. Though my tone changed and my responses became more and more brief (and my lies wilder and wilder), he would not take the hint. I lied about where I lived and what I was doing . . . claiming I was an online student of statistical analysis attending a university in another state, that I grew up in a region of the country I have rarely visited . . .
The situation became unbearably awkward, and because it isn't my style to scream at someone in the middle of a public place, I gathered my things, bid the man farewell, and left. I never went back to that McDonalds, and I became distracted with other things, like applying for a graduate program and heavily considering my life's purpose. Again.

Hopefully I will be back to the blog soon. I know that I miss it :)

Have a good day, all! Until I post again.