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Musings whilst trying to find the creative way |
| Last night I was home alone, so I thought I would try out some writing exercises whilst curled up in front of the fire. I found an exercise where i had to choose one word from each of two lists randomly then use those as a working title. Crimson and History. Why is it then, that when I am alone, in a remote cottage on a wild moorland with no one but a a dog and two cats for company, that I choose to write a paranormal story. That in itself wouldn't normally spook me, I'm not easily spooked, usually! Last night however the pictures that were forming in my head brought out some pretty intense feelings about being alone, in an old house, and by the end of four pages I was more than a little jumpy. Rule number one. If you are in this position write about cute kittens and pom poms. Rule number two. Never try to fix it with wine. It amplifies the fear! Rule number three. Expect the husband to laugh at you when he gets home at 2am and you are wrapped up in the duvet with the dog and cats and all the lights on! |