First off, I’d like to thank Benjamin Maughan and Edwin Ruud for inventing the water heater. Why, you ask, am I thanking them now? Well, as I’ve said before, I do most of my best writing and plot formulation while driving. What you may or may not know is that the shower is another place where inspiration likes to visit me.
That said, inspiration has struck with the force of a thunder-clap, splitting the skies open and raining down ideas with a ferocity that threatens to drown me. I am literally running around in circles with my hands outstretched trying to catch every drop and worried I might miss one.
It is my belief that writing is at least 75% daydreaming. That includes those moments where you don’t realize you are doing it. The ideas are steeping, believe me. I’ve said before that I roll my ideas around in my head like making snowmen. Sometimes there just isn’t much snow and the snowballs are made mostly of grass and dirt. That can be discouraging. But what I’ve come to realize is that under all that grass and grey, dirty snow, the idea remains pure. I just have to strip off the grass and dirt and start again.
Well, I’m here to tell you that the snow is pure, white and deep.
Now that’s not to say that I had hit a writer’s block, per se. Quite the opposite, in fact. The ideas have been trickling in. The seeds for a second Christmas story have been planted; a gothic Christmas tale tentatively called Archibald and the Gentlemen Three. As well, my fifth novel, a departure from the grim, a baseball book has been taking shape with a working tile of The Utility men.
What makes this particular inspiration deluge notable? On Monday I start A Novel Approach with James Dewar. I’ve worked with James and Sue before in 2009. Those two teachers along with an amazingly talented group of classmates, allowed me to finish the first draft of Echoes and I’m hoping for lightning to strike twice with the end results being a first draft of Appetites (novel#2 in a series of four books). So I’m gearing up for that with the intentions of working on Appetites. Funny thing is, this inspiration is on Echoes.
The feedback I received at Algonkian Writer’s Conference, from Sam Hiyate, was that I needed to get to the horror and the 1800’s sooner. I’ve not only found a way to do that but it meshes seamlessly with my original vision for the book. It is two stories in one and the 1800’s in my binding agent. Also, it lets me immerse myself once again in the history of Mary Shelley. I’m finding a curious Echo with what I’ve already written and what I’ve recently dug up. Intuitive writing rears up again and I’m beginning to accept the notion. How else could I possibly know that Percy Shelley had a thing for music and gifted a guitar to a friend. My Percy is a musician and his guitar features prominately.
Well, I’m off to dump some of these ideas onto the page.