Where Do Ideas Come From?
My mind and world wander just as we do when we travel. A trip across the Great Plains lay the idea of Summer Swan ahead of me for endless miles. A dying old tree lives on to tell its tales in the Witness Tree series. An old dilapidated house on a cliff over looking the wild ocean of Oregon's Pacific Coast gave birth to Caroline's House . Black Bayou began as a germ afloat a pontoon boat in the black jungles of the Deep South. The Lust collection is three novella of just that: Lust in the Sahara, an island off Russia, and a Plantation on the Africa coast.
Anything can trigger an idea: a sandy lane called Squid Way, a noisy bird in a pet shop, a cave in the side of an ocean cliff, a field full of rusting automobiles, the wind in a child's hair, the harvest of grapes on aromatic vineyard, the smell of juniper after an evening shower in the High Plains, the swirling snow on a mountain top, a Caribbean Cruise, and the list goes on and on.
In the dark reaches of my computer are partially complete novels with pirates, Hawaiian warriors of old, a group of strange houses in a forest clearing...or maybe a beach. There are monsters, murderers, and surprises lurking behind every mountain, mesa, and misty sea.
Who knows what will happen when my fingers connect with the keyboard. My character lead and I follow.