Thursday, October 29, 2015
I just finished watching Supernatural's latest episode "Baby." This was the best episode I've seen in a while--maybe ever. It especially resonated with me because it had some of the same elements as the book I've been working on. I can't give much away yet (all in good time), but I can say two words about it: Road Trip. Maybe there will be some "night moves" worked in there, too. ;)
Sunday, October 18, 2015
My cat looks eagerly outside, her tiny nose pressed against the screen, watching as the early birds set off to get their worms. When she's seen enough, she saunters under the table toward me, weaving through the legs of the dining room chairs. Her fur is cold from the chilly morning air and it isn't long before she's curled up on her favorite chair, indulging in her first catnap of the day. Later, when the sunshine pours in, she'll warm her kitty bones and roll around on her back like the ham she is.
She talks to hummingbirds like they share their own special language that I can't understand. Then again, my cat talks to anything and everything. The fly she has cornered in the windowpane... Me when she thinks dinnertime is nearing and I'm not moving fast enough... I've even heard her talk to our hamster while he was running on his wheel. In my cat's defense, she was probably asking him what the big hurry is to get nowhere.
Now that Miss Talkative is quiet and curled up beside me in her position as co-writer, it's time for me to delve into the world of Red Valley, where my characters are waiting to see what kind of trouble I write them into today...
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Thursday, October 1, 2015
One of my favorite times of day is in the early morning hours when the sun is just barely peeking above the mountains and the air is still chilly. The birds are just waking up from their nightly slumbers and cars idle in my neighbors' driveways, ready to whisk them away to work.
And here I am, sitting at my desk (a huge farmhouse table I searched high and low for), filling up blank pages with words of romance and conflict and falling in love. The house is quiet--there's no TV or music to distract me, just the birds eating greedily from my bird feeders.
As territorial hummingbirds chase each other away from the nectar I put out, my characters' voices fill my head and I scribble furiously to capture every one of their thoughts, words and feelings. Some days the words don't come so easily and the voices stay silent. But some days, when the morning sunlight shines through the trees just right, the words flow beautifully and plentiful, long past sunrise.
Somehow I have a feeling it doesn't matter how I get the words down, only that I do.