Creativity doesn’t survive isolation. It’s a tricky balance…feeding creativity and then letting it live and do by itself. Too much food, not enough doing. Too much doing, the creative flow dries up. So, what feeds mine? Several things. How about a sampling?
Blue Columbine was set in a place that I knew. I spent seven years in the mountains as a young child, and I have good memories playing in the aspens behind our little house. Dory Lakes? Yep, it’s a real place–community–above Black Hawk. I also spent many years in the Denver area. Worked at a Cyclery Shop, did some mountain biking. In short, I knew the setting because I lived it.
Does that mean I knew Andy and Jamie in real life too? Lived their lives? NOPE. They met me in my imagination, and their lives are totally unique from mine.
So, memories may provide fodder for story. A launching point, so to speak.
What else? For me, music is huge. I love music–I’m not very good at it (wish I were!), but I love it. And the constant thread I’ve found that feeds my stories has been music. Low creative day? I flip to Pandora. Scroll through YouTube. I’ll sit back, let the magic of music take me captive and the lyric put to song send my mind deep into the story I’m working on. It’s my coffee for writer’s fuzz, my sugar spike for creative lows.
Today, I thought maybe you’d like to hear what was going on in the background of my imagination as I wrote the bulk of Blue Columbine…