Thursday, 11 February 2010
Grabbed by the Throat
We drove to the Alps last week to go skiing, and as we drove through the mountains I stared up at their snow clad slopes and dark forests and allowed my thoughts to wander.
And as usual, at times like this, when my mind is empty and I’m not thinking about writing at all, along comes a new idea, sliding into my head from out of nowhere.
And as we drove and the snow started coming down it began to grow.
I’ve been buzzing with it all day, jotting down notes as they occur to me, and it’s growing, developing, taking shape like a piece of unformed clay in a potters hands. At first it was one story, but now I see it could be a series.
And it’s exciting. It’s very exciting.
But I’m not ready to write it just yet. Let it mature a little bit longer, like a good wine.
And anyway, I’m right in the middle of writing WRRW, and that one isn’t about to let me go.
So many stories – so little time to actually sit down and write them!! This one is just going to have to be patient!