I’ve been thinking a lot about my inspiration for the stories that I have written and the stories to come. It’s surprising how many of my ideas come from random and unexpected sources and experiences. Like severed fingers.
I have just finished a fantastic book by an Australian Author, Hannah Kent called Burial Rites. It is so different from the fiction that I usually read and it got me thinking about inspiration. I have heard lots of artists of all mediums talk about inspiration. Where it comes from? Where it leads them? Then where it vanishes to?
Writer’s block. Everyone gets it and all writers have to deal with it at some point. I don’t mean just authors or amateur writers. You can get writer’s block typing an email to a friend or working on a report. I get it a lot more when I’m working on something I don’t want to write. Sometime I get ideas on the page and then I hate it. Scribble everything out and start again. It could also be work that I’ve finished, but hate everything about it – the style, tone and message.
I had a strange realisation over the weekend. I was drawing with my two year old and I was working hard on a mountain scene straight from The Sound of Music. Of course it ended up looking like a smooch of green, yellow and blue because well, I can’t draw. Anyway, I was working away with the crayons when she pulled the paper out from under me and threw it down the stairs. A little dramatic, it wasn’t that bad. I asked her why she threw it away because I had worked so hard on it.
“Psst!” Rod hissed through the heavy canvas tent. “Mila. Come on!”