Inspiration

Inspiration is a funny thing - it comes at the most unusual times. And it is the most important part of a story. I can be sitting, writing away, putting lots of words into my prose, but really not feeling inspired. I sometimes wish I'd been in the era of the typewriter, where I could yank the paper out of the rollers and screw it up into a ball, and throw it across the room at an already full waste paper basket. But, sadly, the last ever typewriter factory has just closed, and I'm not sure it would be very practical - especially as one of my favourite places to write is, as I am now, sitting on the train. But I digress, just a little bit.

But sometimes, I'll just write a few words, but know that I've got an inspired idea. Not always my own - my latest story (have you read it yet?) was inspired by a conversation with my Second Life Miss - she is quite an inspiration to me.

And of course, it helps to draw from my own life, my own experiences and dreams. Alot of what I write probably isn't realistic in real life, but that is the nature of fiction, I guess. If it was, then it wouldn't be fiction. But we can all dream