Like many things in life, it comes from an unexpected source.
After experiencing something of an extended slump in the writing department, the motivation to hack away at my novel has returned. In spades.
It’s not that I haven’t been writing at all, because I have. But it has been a slow and frustrating process.
Theoretically it shouldn’t be like that. I have a whole room to myself; my study is my sanctuary. It contains a beautiful writing desk and I am surrounded by pictures and photographs designed to inspire and encourage me. I even have a fluffy toy and two sparkly miniature elephants to brighten the mood. My laptop is loaded with music, much of it classical because I write best with classical music playing in the background. It blocks other noises that might disturb my concentration, like loud traffic or the television in the next room. Also, it is beautiful and beauty inspires me.
Still, finding the words to fill my pages has been akin to drawing blood from a stone.
And then I started to read a novel written by one Virginia Andrews – she of “Flowers in the Attic” fame.
Well at least now I know what all the fuss was about. The one I am busy with – nearly finished, actually – is called “Broken Wings“. I intend to find a copy of “Flowers In The Attic” as soon as possible… once I have found and read the sequel to the one I am reading, that is.
It is not only about the story itself, but more about the way it is told… because that is how I want to write. The balance of action, dialogue and thoughts is perfect. It drew me in from the start and has me journeying on an emotional rollercoaster along with the characters the way few other books have done for me. I spent hours reading the other day and when I came to, I had an overwhelming urge to sit down and write. So I did. And it was good.
Perhaps this was the inspiration I needed: “See, THIS is how it’s done.”
Well okay then. I’ll get right on it.