Hello Monday, now go away. Yeah, I’m not a Monday person. Especially after an extremely busy weekend. My kids belong to 4H (poultry because the club is run from the middle school but they’ve been working with horse 4H groups this year) so we’re always running around doing activities it seems. This weekend it was a 2 day 4H Field Days with the horse clubs. One of my kids (and I’d designated driver for some other kids) were grooms. Yesterday it was driving my daughter to UNH for 3 day 4H Teen Conference. I’m really glad they participate in this club. They’ll be working at the county fair and showing their chickens (Mini Hawk and Bruce Wayne) and might be all going down to Eastern States Expo (ie The Big E-an enormous New England state-like fair) to show off their other projects.
So, I’m tired.
Many of my stories include horses in some capacity. I’ve loved them since I was young and even though I haven’t ridden or owned a horse in over 20 years I still have a strong attachment to them, so this weekend–though hot and dusty–was wonderful, like stepping back in time to when I was a teen and competing at the Cheshire Fairgrounds. All I wanted was (besides a horse of my own) was a notebook to write all this down, all the memories, how I felt right then. I could write a story about a woman long separated from what she loved to do, remembering who she wanted to be when she was younger and how far away she was from those dreams. It was pretty powerful and I want to get this one started.
I talk to a lot of authors and ask where they get their inspirations. Songs, tv shows, conversations, even billboards. But have you ever gotten an inspiration so strong that you just couldn’t ignore it, that it hit you like a ton of bricks and lodged itself in your head and heart to the point you had no choice but to write about it?
I’d love to hear about it!
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