Well, I survived the manuscript submission last
month – huge fun writing about a ferocious January snow storm in Colorado
during one of the hottest UK summers in years! And now I’m deep into edits,
also with a deadline, but there was a halcyon week of blissful nothingness
somewhere in between which gave me time to recharge my batteries and, to use a
phrase I’ve heard many times, refill the well. Being kind to yourself doesn’t always come
easily and it took a few days to break the habit of switching on my laptop
before breakfast, but eventually the very thought of pressing that button made
me feel ill. The obsessive checking of iPhone and Kindle fire waned too, so hurrah and hooray I am NOT addicted to
social media (even in a stalking capacity) after all! And do you know what?
Putting all the wretched charging cables for that lot in a drawer for a week
was hugely liberating, I shall do it more often.
And I left the building every day. Oh yes, I did. I got dressed and went places. I breathed fresh air, blinked in the sunlight and talked to people. I did! And even better I was inspired by the things I saw, heard, smelled, tasted and felt; a tonic for the mind as well as the body.
So read on if you’re interested in some of the things I got up to in that week and the thought processes they set off. And watch out for them in future books!
I visited a large romantic house on the grounds of an ancient monastery with a real life well that
is fed from an underground spring. A stream flows out from the well (you can
just see it in the top right hand corner of the photograph below) and then on into
a trout-filled river, but at first glance it looks like the stream is feeding
into a pond. Then you notice the water is flowing backwards which comes as a great
surprise. Like a cunning plot twist at the end of a book, a reminder that things
are often not as them seem …
There was also a gallery showing thirty-eight rare,
hand-painted illustrations of Winnie-the Pooh and his friends. They’d never
been seen in the UK before, and were created for the books Winnie-the-Pooh and
The House at Pooh Corner. Who doesn’t
love a cosy bed time story? And a small child clutching a favourite toy?
I stood in the rain at a country show and watched a breathtaking display by an equestrian stunt team called The Devil's Horsemen .Men and women riders, seemingly fearless, utterly nubile and incredibly fit. It wasn’t until I got home I realised how many films and advertisements I’d seen these people and horses in. I wonder if I can get away with a Cossack at some point…Here’s a youtube link if you want to see them in action the week before I saw them.
I stood in the rain at a country show and watched a breathtaking display by an equestrian stunt team called The Devil's Horsemen .Men and women riders, seemingly fearless, utterly nubile and incredibly fit. It wasn’t until I got home I realised how many films and advertisements I’d seen these people and horses in. I wonder if I can get away with a Cossack at some point…Here’s a youtube link if you want to see them in action the week before I saw them.
Anyway, there’s no denying being one
of The Devil’s Horsemen is a very interesting job. It could take you onto
film sets all over the world, or get you hired for an extravagant event by
someone very wealthy and or/famous, all sorts of possibilities. Protagonists
need jobs and interests and people do
get very attached to their horses. And then there are vets and landowners and
farriers …
Shortly before seeing the horses, a woman was
beating her Chihuahua puppy for peeing on her foot and was being berated by a
bystander for doing so. An ugly scene ensued! Could this be the seed for a
life-altering inciting incident from which a high concept proposal could grow? I
think it could be, or the starting point for one at least. The kids kept
talking about the dog pee woman for days.
I gawped at vintage cars and Victorian gardens at Beaulieu in the New Forest and there was a miniature caravan made for a prince and princess to play in, secret
doors and ghosts in the mansion house. During a private tour I got to sit on Lord
Montague’s sofa … Different worlds, eh? There was even a real life tale of love
lost and an illegitimate heir, the lord and his secretary. She was the
inspiration for this:
And then she was lost at sea … Really!
I did so many other wonderful things, too many
to fit in here without this post turning into a great big advert for the south
coast of England, but it did chuck a good few buckets of inspiration into the
barely damp well of my imagination. I also now know that a few days isn’t
enough to refuel the writing engine, in my case I need at least a week so I’m almost
there on the work/life balance!
Right, I must slink back to my cell and get on with
those edits, but all is not lost as I go to Fuerteventura in the Canary Islands
before Christmas. Miles and miles of blue sea and golden sand dunes are waiting
for me and my camera. I've never felt the yearning to write a sheikh, but then
again do deserts and sand necessarily need to have a man in flowing robes with
a camel? Methinks maybe not … I’ll keep you posted!
What's your favorite way to fill the well?