This wasn’t the post I intended to publish. I wrote one yesterday and hated it but couldn’t figure out why. I sat back and read and reread it- changing words and paragraphs around. But, I still hated it and I still don’t know why.
How is it we writers know what works and what doesn’t? How do we look at our list of names and know, just know, that the one name is perfect for our character or place? For every writer there are certain things about our story we will not change no matter what people say. I have no logical explanation for why I knew that post was garbage.
The only thing I can think of is my muse was sitting on my shoulder screaming at me, “If you publish that piece of garbage I’ll never speak to you again.”
You could call it intuition, a sixth sense. When I know something doesn’t work, I feel it. I can’t explain that feeling but it’s like something telling me don’t do that. It becomes restraints. I can’t help but listen to it.
Ever pass a normal tree or building and become completely enamored by it. You just had to take a picture of it and use it in a story. Didn’t know what story but you had to have that image.
I was walking around Green-Wood Cemetery a couple of days ago. It’s this beautiful peaceful historic cemetery with headstones dating back to like the eighteen hundreds. It’s gorgeous to walk through and so full of inspiration. Out of the corner of my eye, I say this area I instantly became obsessed with. If I didn’t take a picture of it I’d regret it. I’m still completely enamored by it and I don’t know why.
These two I’ve been in love with for years.
They’re pretty creepy, I know, but so gorgeous. I believe the world speaks and writers- artists have the right ears to hear it.