Today, it’s still snowing in Iowa. For me, that means it’s a great day to write! Since it’s too cold and nasty to go outside, it’s a stay inside day and that means my creative brain can sparkle. I can come up with all sorts of scenarios to write about.
Yesterday, I was talking with a friend of mine and we were discussing writing things. She asked me how long I had been writing. My reply was forever. I don’t remember not writing. Of course, as a baby I’m sure I didn’t write but from my earliest memories, I created stories in my mind. I can remember sitting in the back seat of the family car on a short ride over to my grandmother’s house. Sitting there, looking out the window, waiting to arrive, I created stories about what I saw on the ride, looking out the car window. I thought everyone did that. It was only in later years I found out differently.
Riding along in that car, looking out the window, I might see a cotton field and immediately my creative brain kicked in with a story about a little girl who had to pick the cotton in that field. Sometimes a stand of pine trees would catch my interest and there’d be a story about all the creatures, big and small, who lived there. There never was a time, that I can remember, when there wasn’t a story going on inside my head.
Today, that’s still true. There’s always a story going on.
So, today, the snow is falling outside and there’s a little dog looking for a home and he finds one when he comes upon a hermit living in the woods …
Now, tell me, what do you do on a cold winter’s day?