After Lisa kindly agreed to let me invade her blog, I’ve been wracking my brain for something to write about. I mean really giving the old grey matter a stir. I thought deep thoughts about writing and stuff while I was driving around the gorgeous Wiltshire countryside. I stared at shampoo bubbles running down the drain while I blearily considered what profundities I could bore you all senseless with and I came up with precisely…nothing, nada, zilch, sod all.
Then, while drinking my coffee this morning, I was going through the Facebook updates and saw a link to a blog post from the lovely Sue Brown about the glorious snogging scene that sent her on the writer’s road. Then, while I was sitting here this afternoon resisting the call of ‘Angry Birds’ and generally feeling pissy and twitchy, this song came on the radio. It is one of those rare songs that I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I first heard it. It’s beautiful, evocative and Sting wrote it with the Wiltshire countryside in mind. It’s also the song that set me on my writer’s road.
I lived in south central Arizona for several years and if there’s one thing I really disliked about living there, it was the relentless summer heat, especially during the monsoon. (Bear with me, this does lead somewhere). After work, I’d go and pick up my son from the summer ‘Kid’s Kamp’. On one particular day, I’d picked him up and was driving home. It’s not a long drive, five minutes or so. Eva Cassidy’s version of ‘Fields of Gold’ was on the radio and I stared across the flat, tumbleweed-infested expanse of desert dirt and longed for England. Then my brain clicked into some crazy gear and, by the time I pulled into the garage, I had a half-baked idea for a story in mind all because I saw a couple making love on the edge of a field of barley.
Three months later I had the first draft, a very long first draft, of a novel – one of those sweeping historical thingies, the kind I devoured back in my younger days. When I’d finished that, I wrote another one and I haven’t stopped writing since - all because of one beautiful little song.
And the footnote – we had to move back to England about a year and a half ago and where did we end up living? Wiltshire, of course.
So, my question for you is, what inspires you?
S.A.Meade wrote Stolen Summer, which you can buy here: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1338
You can also find her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/kestrelrising
And she has a blog: http://kestrelrising.blogspot.com/
She has two books coming out in the spring – Orion Rising on 26 March and Mourning Jack on 6 May. Both published by Total E-Bound.
Thank you for coming honey. I am already half way through Stolen Summer and it is wonderful, so make sure you click on the buy link.