WHO, WHAT, WHERE?
Last weekend, I had the luxury to take my morning coffee outside. The sun was shining. It was a balmy nine degrees. Okay, not tropical weather, but it’s still February after all. As I sat and looked over my bare gardens, envisioning what they will hopefully become in the months ahead, I wonder who inspired my love of all things that grow. The answer comes quickly; my grandmother.
My mind then turned to my writing—as it eventually always does—and I wondered who, or what inspired that particular desire. At first, no answer came to me. Writing was something I never aspired to do. I loved reading romance novels, I had for years, but the thought of writing one never occurred to me until three years ago. It all started after I finished the fifth novel in a series from an author I love. This particular novel featured my favorite character from her series. After reading his story, I was disappointed. I didn’t care for the heroine chosen for him. His happily ever after left a lot to be desired. I felt cheated.
My mind was filled with ways to make his story better—or more to my liking—I sat down and wrote a heroine I felt would have suited him better and a happier happily ever after. During this recreation, the floodgates opened and two completely different characters started speaking to me. At first, I ignored them. As time went on, I jotted down notes, names, and places. It wasn’t long before I had the bare bones of a story. Secretly, I started writing. My characters took shape. They had voices, personalities, a past, present and a future. It wasn’t long until I held in my hands the rough draft of my first novel.
Was it the author who inspired me? Was it just coincidence? Were my characters always there, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to come out?
I’ve always been creative, had a wild imagination, but writing for me didn’t come easy. I had a rough time getting the ‘right’ words from my head onto paper. It seemed as if I had a block somewhere between my brain and hand.
Again, I searched my mind, trying to find out who or what had been my inspiration. I still came up blank. Maybe it was a combination of the author and my own imagination? Maybe it was simply the right time in my life to explore something new? Maybe . . . maybe it was fate? All four?
My thoughts shifted gears and I pondered what kept me writing? I’m not a natural born writer. The art of stringing words together to form coherent sentences and paragraphs doesn’t come easy to me. I struggle every day. Some days the effort becomes too much; all I succeed in doing is giving myself a headache. Yet I carry on, I persevere. Why?
The honest answer is: no matter how trying writing can be for me, there is nothing I would rather be doing with my life. I love it. I love creating characters. I love creating conflicts they need to overcome to be happy. I love to blend fact with fiction.
I would love to hear what inspired you to become a writer. What was the defining moment that started you on your writing journey.