Lots has happened in this last week! I found out that I'm going to be a published author, I was snowed in (ok, not really, but it did snow and there was lots of ice on the ground), and as a result of that ice my family and I all got off work and were able to spend two whole days together! And I think that if four years ago I hadn't gone in my library, picked up a book called Heartless, loved it and gone to the author's blog I would still be typing away at one of my many story ideas...and I would never have met any of you!
It's been so much fun getting to know each of my blogging friends...when my sister Laura was over for Christmas, I was typing away at an e-mail to Hannah, and she leaned over my shoulder muttering, "You have a whole other life, don't you?"
Um...yes, I do.
Not an "other life" like Batman (although I have had an evil urge to tape a little bat symbol over the police station's spotlight on several occasions), but a life that has opened a world of good, Christian writers who are all so much fun to talk to.
Now I want to ask each of you: where do you get your inspiration?
Naturally the Lord is responsible for planting the seeds of ideas in our mind, but do you get it from the people around you, a book you just read, or a random something a friend said to you? I work in a retirement community as a receptionist, so I must say that I get quite a bit of inspiration from there. Many different people introduce themselves to me, and I think, "You could be a book character." So long as I keep my eyes open and pay attention to the small things (like the sweet little boy who hangs out at my work until his mom comes and picks him up from his school) it's easy to find all sorts of inspiration. What a nice, normal character he would make!
There's also the very old, very tiny and hairy dog who is mostly blind and nearly deaf that hobbles outside every morning (but not without stopping to get a nice rub behind the ears from me). He was most put out the other night that his owner and I had the nerve to stop and talk before giving him a treat, so he marched stiffly up to us, reared up on his hind legs, and barked. The force of that bark propelled him backwards, and his eyes widened as he toppled over. I'm laughing right now thinking about it!
So that's where I get some of my inspiration. But what about you? I'd love to hear when ideas randomly pop into your minds!