I’m deep in the dragon’s lair these days, but…
Whenever I enjoy my nature breaks, there’s always something to inspire me.
Last night, I was walking the beach when inspiration struck..
This little sandpiper was hurrying along, picking at the wet sand, eating his supper as he went.
And as with yesterday’s sea foam ice (or sand dragons, sand people climbing up out of the earth, etc..), it was again sea foam that caught my attention.
Don’t the bits of it look like golden coins scattered on the beach?
I thought so.
And as I watched the bird scurrying along, gathering his evening meal in teeny increments, I was reminded that books are written the same way.
Like picking up golden coins off the sand and stringing them together to make sentences and paragraphs, and then whole scenes and chapters, until you’re done.
The thing to remember is that there are many ways to collect the words.
No one way is the ‘right’ way.
Someone might gather the ‘sea-coins’ in their hands, holding them tight until they can fit no more in their palms and the coins spill free, flooding ‘the page.’ Others might carry a tidy totebag, carefully placing each gem inside until the bag is full, the ‘book’ born. A few might examine each glittering bit of gold, choosing with great care. These cautious writers edit as they go, working slowly, but turning in near-perfect work to their editors.
How you do it doesn’t matter, only that you do.
That’s how books are written: one word at time until you get to the end.
All that from a wee sandpiper gathering his dinner last night. (which shows you how inspiration is everywhere, but that’s a topic for another day)
Bottom line: as long as you follow your heart and do what you want to do, however you do it, you’re a winner.
If anyone argues, tell them Devorgilla said so.
Have a great weekend!