On Thursday, I was stuck. I had started several stories, and they weren’t going anywhere.
After pulling my hair in frustration for quite some time I went for a walk. Where I live there’s an old, spectacular Arab castle just up the hill, with a forest-like park in the hillside underneath. As I was walking up in the light from the streetlamps I heard two little owls calling each other. I stopped. Stood there, between trees and ancient ruins. There it was. Inspiration.
I walked home down the narrow roads…
My stories usually starts out with a plot idea. Sometimes just in my head, watching a movie, talking to friends or just walking down the road, but maybe more often sitting down writing anything that comes to my head until something interesting arrives. Other stories take shape writing about a character until something happens.
Sometimes I make a sketch first, but I’m usually more satisfied with the stories based on a written idea, or an idea process of…
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