Hi there all you beautiful and talented people you :D I hope Friday is treating you well so far. I mean, come in, it's Friday! That's a relief in itself.
First a big fat thanks is in order to everyone who commented on Wednesdays post. Wow! I haven't had that many comments in, well, I don't know how long. Now, I understand that's mostly my fault, not blogging regularly and all, but seriously. Thank you! And a big hello to all my new followers. Yes, I did notice.
How inspired are you feeling right now. Let's take a quick inventory, shall we? I'd wager that most (if not all of us) are working, in school, mothering, fathering, baby sitting neighbor's cats and chickens and therefore have larger, more immediate issues than getting another essay written pressing against us at any given time. We don't all get to globe trot regularly or wake to scones and coffee served on silver trays (and if you do, let me know so I can loathe you personally ;)).
I live in a small, unassuming town in the middle of the state of Georgia. Not much going on. Heck, the most interesting thing to happen here in the past year was the night we showed up at the sushi restaurant and were treated to fresh sea urchin (but that's another story entirely). What I'm saying is it's boring here. Day in, day out, average, nothing. No exotic cafes; no independent bookstores; no alien abductions.
But there IS inspiration, if I'm willing to look for it. Like the palm trees that brush against my window at night and make me think of skeletal fingers clawing to get inside. Like the wind chimes that gong when the wind whips through the courtyard and sings and eerie, sad song that prompts me to remember a story idea I had and stuffed away about a year ago. A walk to the park and I see several old, large homes that could, any one, star in a short story about a haunted house, a murder mystery, or a novel about a recent widow who takes the life insurance money she just received and finally realizes her dream of owning a bed and breakfast.
See. Inspiration. Effort. Yes, I'd sometimes rather complain about our lack of ocean or fresh market within walking distance. But if I'm willing to dig deep and break a sweat, I CAN find story inducing nuggets in the soil.
What about you? What inspiration surrounds you? Don't discount anything. That piece of junk mail may surprise you.
Have a wonderful weekend my friends and as always,
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