This morning, I am heading to New England for the NEC-RWA Conference. And since this week has been chock-a-block full of everything (sick kid, real estate, insomnia) but writing, I don’t have a lot to say. At least not anything that’s not profanity-laced.
BUT the weather has finally turned warmer, and I’ve seen crocuses all over the little front yards of Brooklyn, so I am hopeful that Spring will bring a fresh breeze of creative inspiration.
So a few easy questions: What’s your favorite flower? What inspires you the most? When you feel like throwing in the metaphorical towel, what drags you back from the ‘I’m giving up’ brink?
Yikes, I don’t have a favorite flower. Right now I’m moderately obsessed with the crocuses and miniature daffs I planted in October. They all poked up briefly in January during that strange warm spell and now they look a bit funny. I am hoping they make it, because I love a bit of early color.
Sympathies on the tough writing week! I’ve had too many of those myself where I’ve wondered if the universe is conspiring against me ever finishing my WIP. And then I have a good week like this one and feel like there’s a chance.
One thing that often–paradoxically–pulls me back from the ‘I’m giving up’ brink is to seriously consider giving it up. It reminds me of what I’d be giving up and why I want to write.
Anyway, have a great time at the conference!
I’m boring–I like plain old roses. 🙂 And gardenias! And the lilacs that are blooming now in my yard.
I’m with Elena on the “giving up” brink! It always seems like it’s when I seriously consider giving up this whole crazy writing thing that a hugely compelling idea or character pops into my head. Or I go to a conference and get energized by all the writers around me! Have fun this weekend, Megan, have a cocktail for me. 🙂
Freesias! My absolute favorite, romantic, sweet-smelling flower.
And I grow Sweet Peas every year. I get them to grow up 7 or 8 feet. I like Sweet Peas because, aside from their glorious scent, they’re a generous flower. The more you cut the more they make.
Who was it who said if you can quit writing, do it?
I’ll bet you can’t quit!
“Who was it who said if you can quit writing, do it?”
I don’t know, but it made me laugh out loud, particularly since I realized it would be like asking me not to breathe.
My fave: Roses. But not exclusive, as I sigh over almost any flower garden. One of the biggest impacts were daffodils. I’d grown up with the poem “…when all at once I saw a crowd – a host of golden daffodils…” I was baffled, having gown up in the desert. Then I visited Kent, in May. It took my breath away. There was the poem in living color, and simply beautiful.
Oddly enough, when I’m having trouble writing, I go some place where I’m in a crowd, where I’m not actually expected to participate actively and it isn’t odd if I appear to be taking notes (library, lectures, college campus, etc.). Then I escape into my writing.
Loved the photo, Megan. What a cheeful picture to start out my Saturday morning, especially since the view outside my window is a heavy gray sky that looks more like a deep winter morning, instead of a cheerful spring morning.
What’s your favorite flower? What inspires you the most?
I admit to a love of daffodils, first inspired by Wordsworth’s poem (Judy), and then by the bright colorful splash they make every spring.
In general, there isn’t a flower I don’t like, however, I love bright, gaudy colors best. Fragrance is nice, though not necessary, and preferably on the lighter side.
I’m a red roses person, but when it’s the beginning of Spring, I tend to like everything, only because everything is new and smells so pretty. 🙂