I’ve been reading the new post on Writing Forward about using dreams and daydreams as prompts for stories. Melissa suggests keeping a journal of dreams and daydreams and using them as a way to inform and inspire your writing. Continue reading “Dreams And Daydreams As Writing Prompts”
It’s amazing how the most unexpected things crop up and give an idea for a story. I was talking to a colleague at work and the usual ‘Did you see…?‘ conversation struck up. ‘No, I didn’t …‘ because I don’t have a TV. So she told me anyway.
There had been a programme on the night before about grown men who acted out being babies and the women who ‘looked after’ them. While I sympathised that there may be deep-rooted psychological problems, not least for the women concerned, I didn’t really want to know more.
The subject that caught my imagination was about the woman who kept her husband’s ashes and ate them to remain close to him after death. Continue reading “Unexpected Writing Prompts”
Reading a book is always an inspiring thing to do. I find inspiration in the language used, the crafting of each sentence, and the ideas behind the story. I find myself savouring little nuances of language that can convey so much and admiring the plotting that carries the story forward. It is not at all distracting from a good read to note and remember the way it is written. Continue reading “Taking Time To Read”
I was listening to the ‘Infinite Monkey Cage‘ on Radio 4 on my home from work this evening. They were discussing code-breaking and the extraordinary achievements of the team working at Bletchley Park during WWII.
There were about 10,000 people working there and all were sworn to secrecy, with something like only 6 people in the world who knew the extent of the work at Bletchley Park in the war effort. This secrecy continued for decades after the war. Continue reading “Secrets And Story”
I had an idea for a story recently based on one image I saw somewhere. The figure of a woman hurrying through a tree-lined avenue on a misty, rainy evening was very atmospheric. It conjured up questions about where she might be going, where she was hurrying to and why she was hurrying. I wanted to know more. Continue reading “Do Stories Write Themselves?”