I usually hate Sundays. They’re glum end stops that mark a potentially monotonous metre; the passing of weeks, made all the more blue if you’re not in love with your daily nine to five.
This Sunday has been a good one, though. I’ve been writing a lot lately, necessitated by the assignment deadline that’s bearing down on me. I hammered out 2,000 words on the first draft of a 17th century tragedy with some fantasy stuff thrown in, which will also be what I’m submitting for my assignment, or at least part of it, anyway.
I’ve also started outlining another short story based on music, something I’ve wanted to do for a while, but haven’t gotten around to since I wrote White is Red. I’ve struggled to find a song that hit me just right, that has the right atmosphere, that you can fit a story around. I found one yesterday, accidentally, and it caused me to go back and look at another song that I love. They both mix together to form the basis of the story.
I’m not going to tell you any more. I’ve wrestled in the past about telling people what I’m working on, mostly because I’m excited about it and want to share, but it feels like asking someone to eat cake batter, or even just the raw ingredients.
What I would like to do, however, is share some stuff that’s inspired me recently. That’s more like giving out the ingredients and asking you to make something yourself, right?
Finding research and inspiration is one of my favourite parts of writing, collecting little bits and pieces that later on fit together like puzzle pieces, or little threads that will embellish a tapestry enough so that when someone comes to it, all that’s required is a little imagination to make it seem completely real. So, here are some ingredients.
Lovely creepy, atmospheric photographs from Twitter. That foggy bridge is my particular favourite.
For the new short-story based on music project, there’s this fascinating documentary about the Mercury-Redstone 7 launch, which was the first manned sub-orbital flight made by the Americans.