When I was eight years old, I knew already that I wanted to be a writer. I’d ride the school bus to my babysitter’s house after school and…write my novel. The name of my first novel was to be Apple Blossom. – It was a story about a horse. I still haven’t finished that novel by the way! Anyhow, even back then I was inspired by things around me – nature in particular.
My first completed story was written when I was only six years old. It was a hot summer day. My sister and I were playing in the yard near the trees when a snake hissed at us. Needless to say we became marathon runners and dashed inside to safety- where I wrote “The Cobra Queen”. I actually think the snake was a harmless garter snake, but the imagination of a child has no limit…
Growing up in Maine, there has been no shortfall of nature in which to inspire me. I love random photos. Like a feathery bird crossing the snow covered road. Or a babbling brook where two people may have fallen in love? A quaint church still standing in a town that has been hard hit by recession, the open water in the foreground. My favorites are old barns, weathered shacks, and historical things like railroad beds and factories.
I love color and black and white. I love to wonder “what if” and imagine a story. These are some photos taken by my Maine friends that offer inspiration to me. In the winter I find I write stories with more feeling if I’m actually there, in the blizzard. In the fall, I love to write love stories.
(Thank you Kathy Manson Photography on Facebook, she has prints for sale, too).