As Autumn approaches and leaves fall, remember to stop and admire them.
Scoop them up and marvel at the world you live in.
Writing is like that; the ability to stand back and view the world in a different way.
I have always felt the escape and the wonder of it and its through my characters I come to see the same world through different eyes.
A novel of course means you crawl into that space and stay a lot longer. For a short story you can be there for less time, but still feel changed.
This week I am writing a new short, despite feeling the need to return to where I left the characters in my novel, I guess the new story won.
The idea fell on my head one Sunday morning .
It has percolated, slowly dripped into consciousness until it begs to be explored.
And as I explore the characters are taking me, for the first time ever, to a place I know well — where I grew up. But their lives ended up very different to mine.
So when the ideas fall, scoop them up, twirl with your eyes closed and say, “I love being who I am.”
That is all.