I have five things that help me:
- A long walk, alone, with paper and pen in hand. Dialogue seems to appear from out of nowhere when I wander through a scene that needs work.
- A long drive--I mean seven or eight hours long--alone, in silence except for my thoughts. I have been known to write full chapters in my head along the PA Turnpike, or better yet, en route to New England or to vacation on the OBX.
- Music, depending on the scene. One story may need a little Motown, another might like drumming or chant, still another may open up to sacred or classical works.
- Comfort food. Coffee. Wine. Depending on my mood or my character's mood, my need for energy or self-indulgence, and my sweet-salty-crunchy-gooey cravings.
- And, even though I have no control over it, weather affects my writing. I especially like a dank, gloomy day, a stormy day, or a snowy day...when I'm stuck here at home with my dogs.
"A year from now,
you will wish you started today."
This is how I spent my weekend...
...welcoming a wonderful son-in-law into our family! Hope you had a great weekend, too.