Be still my over active imagination...
Inspiration comes at the strangest times. Just the other day, one of my co-workers locked herself out of her office and I said, "You know you can open the door with a credit card." She asked how I'd know such a thing and my response was to shrug my shoulders and say, "Remember, I'm a writer." Then, there's the recent three and a half hour lunch with writer Pepper Basham where we talked about characters and how to terrorize and kill them. We're lucky someone didn't call 911 and tell dispatch that we were plotting murder.
Then, there's the conversation with another co-worker on how to plot the perfect murder and hide the body so it would never be found. He's from New Orleans and said that alligators love pork. He'd simply weight the body down, strap on some bacon, and throw it in the swamp. I don't know if this would work, but he sure thought it would.
Inspiration is everywhere. Newspapers. Magazines. The internet. The television. Movies. A news account I recently read about a homeless man being tracked down and informed that he'd inherited millions became the plot for my December 2012 romance/mystery release through Desert Breeze Publishing. Sometimes, I get so many ideas for plots that I have to push them out of my head. I already have a notebook full of plots to choose from. Where does it end?
I'm a plotter by nature and when I finally decide what I want to write, I brainstorm. I'll call a writer friend and run something by her or I'll throw out an idea to my husband during our nightly walk with our dogs. It's great to have the perspective of others and sometimes totally changes my plot, making it stronger and more suspenseful. Sometimes, I'll get an idea while researching and blend it into a scene.
My over active imagination can be down right scary, like when walking in a strange area in the dark or when something out of the ordinary happens. There have been times I've been in a creepy place and thought, "This would make a great setting for a novel." Then, my mind wanders to the bad guy watching my heroine from the shadows.
Sometimes my inspiration comes from photographs. I just finished the first book in the Zoe Mack Mystery Series and the hero is my first stab at writing a bad boy character and I've had so much fun with it. I ran across a photograph in a magazine thought he looked just like my hero. My mind began to wonder what kind of person he really was and my hero was born!
Sometimes inspiration comes from people watching. The hero in my recent release, Mistaken Identity, is a sweet all-around good guy and he's so cute! Eden thinks he's perfect for her in every way. The idea for this book came to me while watching the youth interact at church. I wondered what would happen if a sweet Christian girl and her wild, gorgeous best friend fell in love with the same guy. Who would he choose? The girl who was trying her best to live for Christ or the most popular girl in school who would do anything he asked?
My overactive imagination is inspired by many things and sometimes runs wild, but I'm glad. It gives me lots of fodder for future novels. So, I'll keep on jotting down ideas as they come. For a chance to win a free download of This Time for Keeps, tell me where you get your best ideas for novels.
This Time for Keeps
India McGuire's peaceful life is shattered when on the night of her engagement to David Richards, she comes face to face with Chase Porter, a long lost love. India must come to terms with her overpowering feelings for Chase and choose between David, the neighbor who says he loves her, and Chase, the man who broke her heart.
Chase's plans of leaving quietly turn to disaster when he finds that it's impossible to disappear without seeing India one last time. Feelings begin to surface that he believed buried forever and he finds himself fighting to win her back even as David struggles to hold onto her.
India longs to follow her heart, but she's been hurt too deeply. Who will she choose? The neighbor who can provide stability or the man she vowed to love forever who may once again heed to the call of the open road?