This week, Peter The Cat is my model again…:-)
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Say Hello to Balzac…
Today is Road Trip Wednesday 🙂 RTW is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway’s contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s unique take on the topic.
This week’s topic: What images inspire/ represent your WIP or favorite book?
Pinterest is great for creating visual boards of novels, shiny new ideas, WiPs. It´s not just another way to spend time on the internet, I promise 😀
I´ve already shared some of my inspiration before, including some pictures (moonlight, my male MC…) but today I want to introduce you to somebody who came into my WiP PLAYING WITH FIRE late in the game: Say hello to Balzac!
Balzac can be annoying. He´s always hanging around Erin and she trips on him from times to times. But he´s cuddly. He´s always there when Erin needs him and while he may be a tad afraid of those spirits hanging out around her, he really does want to protect her. He wasn´t part of the WiP at the beginning but the more I wrote, the more I thought that Erin not only liked dogs but that she needed one…And have you seen those eyes?
And here is a little snippet of my WiP which shows you a tad more of Balzac:
I smile as I hear the familiar barking of Balzac. His welcoming bark. Not that I ever heard a difference between any of his barks. That dog would lick an intruder if he thought he could get some food out of him. His tail whips my legs as I enter and I mentally give him treats. I kneel and put my head on his.
Do you enjoy stories where pets play a role?
Or any favorite pictures which represent a book you love or your WiP?
Winter impressions…
Photography is one of my hobbies…I can get lost in the moment trying to find an angle, a light, a message in nature or in people´s eyes. It´s been awhile since I found the time to actually venture out with my camera. Below you will see some winter impressions from the past years (when we actually had a little bit of snow).
But as always, I´m curious: what is your hobby?
And because there is always hot spiced wine 🙂
Déjà Vu Blogfest: A picture is worth a thousand words…
Today I am part of The Déjà Vu Blogfest , where we bring back our favourite post or the one we believe may not have gotten enough attention (click on the link to see who else is participating :-)).
I decided to bring back my moonlight muse…I mean I wrote about the music muse and received quite a bit of comments. However, before I actually had followers (thanks again by the way, hug to everybody and if you´re not into hugs, I am shaking your hand very formally), I shared a picture of an evening which inspired me. Cannot wait to read if a sun or a moon or a butterfly or a traffic jam can get you to write or to think about the story of a book you read!
A picture is worth a thousand words…
By what do you get inspired? It is almost like asking: why are you writing? It is difficult to grasp where the writing scenes come from…
Sometimes one can recognize in the MC´s habits, way of talking some small traits of a loved one, of an acquaintance, of somebody from the past or even of oneself.
Tonight, as I was outside looking at the moon reflecting on the water, I wondered what my main character would feel on an evening like this with everything she has been going through…
Is she thinking of Aleksi, the one who not only gives her butterflies but is no longer as mysterious as she first thought?
Is she pondering the words of Ben? Is she wondering what he meant when he said Aleksi was dangerous? How does he even know him? The guy just arrived…
Or maybe she is actually tired of the stupid drama and just wants to figure out why this entity is coming after her and her loved ones, why she has flashbacks from another time and what the heck happened to Marie and Elijah, those girls who are linked to her over the centuries?
As I type this and look at the moon, I know a scene is unfolding, I feel the pain of my character and I just want to tell her “Sorry you have to go through all of this but remember, you have it in your power to make the right decision…this time around”
And if she did hear me, her reply would be “Can´t you be a tad more specific? I mean come on people…I just cannot guess what you think, you need to spell it out for me. I am tired of this!” and she would storm out.
She does have a little temper of her own…(my husband would say I am projecting :-))
Do moonlights inspire you or remind you of a book you´ve read?
Because a picture can be worth a thousand words…
By what do you get inspired? It is almost like asking: why are you writing?
Sometimes, it is difficult to grasp where the writing scenes come from…
Sometimes one can recognize in the MC´s habits, way of talking some small characters of a loved one, an acquaintance, of somebody from the past or even of oneself.
Tonight, as I was outside looking at the moon reflecting on the water, I wondered what my main character would feel on an evening like this with everything she has been going through…
Is she thinking of Aleksi, the one who not only gives her butterflies but is no longer as mysterious as she first thought?
Is she pondering the words of Ben? Is she wondering what he meant when he said Aleksi was dangerous? How does he even know him? The guy just arrived…
Or maybe she is actually tired of the stupid drama and just wants to figure out why this entity is coming after her and her loved ones, why she has flashbacks from another time and what the heck happened to Marie and Elijah, those girls who are linked to her over the centuries?
As I type this and look at the moon, I know a scene is unfolding, I feel the pain of my character and I just want to tell her “Sorry you have to go through all of this but remember, you have it in your power to make the right decision…this time around”
And if she did hear me, her reply would be “Can´t you be a tad more specific? I mean come on people…I just cannot guess what you think, you need to spell it out for me. I am tired of this!” and she would storm out.
She does have a little temper of her own…(my husband would say I am projecting :-))
Elodie Nowodazkij 