Inspiration is a magical thing. It strikes when we least expect it and enlightens all of our senses. It can make us feel alive, add a breath of fresh air to an ailing work, or simply be something to get the juices flowing. It’s that first rush of love that we feel for a person, a place, an object or a sound that can make our hearts skip a beat, make us smile and make us glow. It’s no wonder we get a bit blocked up at times. An overload can be as overwhelming as an emptiness.
I like to limit my inspiration to auditory. Before I start writing anything, I usually get a feel for what the novel is going to be about and any associated moods to the main theme. Based on this, I can normally make a playlist which I listen to while writing to remind me where I am going. Here is the playlist for my Nanowrimo 2013 novel.
(Playlist is NSFW or children – contains swearing)
Sometimes, however, I get hit so hard by an image that it haunts me until I do something with it.
That happened early this week.
I’m a sucker for a derelict building so I visit various Urban Exploration (and exploitation) sites regularly for my fix since I’m unable to participate. A combination of getting time without the children and finding other like-minded people is hard enough without the additional pressures of being super unlucky, scared of spiders and stairs, and being the most clumsy oaf in the world! During my most recent visit, I found Pemberton House Farm (otherwise known as the Latvian Consulate near Chorley.) and now I am completely head-over-heels in love.
This house has me intrigued. Firstly because of its ties to now derelict theme parks I visited as a child and secondly because the house itself is such an odd layout, with items incongruous to their intended use (for example, an interior deadbolt on a child’s bedroom – how very V. C. Andrews!)
Now I’m overwhelmed with images and storylines, so much so that my ability to sleep has been a little compromised.
I’ll get over it, I’m sure. The images will only be my desktop background for a week or so before my Delicious returns to consume me.
Let me have my moment of inspiration.