Each, and every soul has a story to tell, we humans journey along our given path battling the demons of life and searching for the truth in who we are, or why we are here on this complicated place we call earth.
THE DAY DREAMER
I will forever be the daydreaming child of my past, the one who no matter where she was, she dreamed about a world out of a book and imagined her own endings. My children know the blank stare.
“What are you thinking about mum?” Often asking can they help with my story ideas. Long car trips are my gift, my thinking ground, a place to ponder the possibilities of other fantasies that come to my mind. I jot them down once we arrive in town, although the great Stephen King mentioned once somewhere that if it’s a strong interesting story, it will stay with you and haunt you until you get it on the page, he said something to that effect.
PLAYING THE GAME
Our nearest town is thirty minutes away a chance to throw ideas back and forth laughing and creating creatures out of thin air or picking an animal on the farm and weaving a story around that particular animals personality. It is a fun game of what if’s and it is how some of my stories have evolved. One day my daughter said.
“What about Twinkle she is so adorable. We talked about life as a cross-bred calf and how all the other purebred’s would tease her because she is different.
“Oh but she is so beautiful and the sweetest calf at the dairy.” Said my girl from the back of the car.
“I bet she likes sugar and would eat all the fairy floss at the fair. “And that is how Sugar Goes to the Fair was born.
The other day whilst wallowing in a cloud of doubt, which crossed my morning path, I thought about my dreams and where they are heading. I asked this question on one of our pilgrimages into suburbia.
“If you could have anything in the world what would it be?” Expecting them to say a lolly shop or a money tree. My daughter said.
“For my fantasy world that I am writing about, I would love to walk into it, a real world where I could visit my dragons.” My son then followed suit and said.
“I would want my story Cool Planet to be real too!” As a child I imagined an underwater world with mermaids I wanted to be a mermaid, thanks to Marine boy on the television. I thought about my other fantasy tales about dragons and mermaids and I realised my kids were just like me at that age, yet the difference is I will see to it that they follow those dreams while their minds are fresh and full of unlimited imagination and a child’s perspective.
As I perfect my illustrations above (drafts) and tighten my words I am thankful, I can see the light at the end of the long tunnel. To say that I am close to finishing would be laughable. Yet I know each time I pick up a pencil I am in the moment, small moments in time, the lines gather together forming yet another illustration, each one a little smoother than the first.
My sister who works for a publishing house told me the other day, if a publisher accepts your story, it can take up to two years before you see it published. This does not deter me as I know when I am finished, it will be time to move on to bigger projects, the production line is endless. “My dreams of getting published can wait, for the goal of finishing is my prize for now and one I am comfortable with.
The road ahead is bumpy and bends into challenges I never imagined possible and yet every corner I turn, brings me closer to my dream. As I get closer it moves further afield, I realize I have many more stories sprouting wings in my head. I write them down, excited, the comforting thought that my ideas alone fill a book to overflowing means I will never give up this craft or give up on my intended goal.
A walk outside is all it takes, one image, one thought or one animal then watch it grow.
How do you gather ideas to write, paint or create? What games do you play? Share them here with us on the farm as the children tell their stories to Daisy the cow.