Visual Inspiration #3

I enjoy objects that are both beautiful and functional, thereby pleasing my aesthetic and practical sides. For this Visual Inspiration mini-workshop, I’m using three-dimensional arts and artifacts–furnishings, statues, pottery, plate settings, jewelry boxes, mirrors, masks, and more–to spark story ideas. Check out the Smithsonian website for tons of art to browse through. Pick something (or more than one thing) that catches your eye.

I’m going to use two examples, since I had a hard time picking just one.

My first one is actually two statues from the Indus Valley civilization–the priest-king and the dancing girl. I have an emotional and familial connection to these pieces, since my father grew up close to the ruins of Mohen-jo-daro. I’ve walked in the excavated streets and peered down dug-up wells and peeped out through the windows of these old old buildings. I am intrigued by these ancient statues and the obvious and inferred disparity between them–disparity in power, gender, clothing (or lack thereof). Juxtaposing those two statues, I’ve had glimmerings of what might some day be a story–sacrifices, immortality, river dolphins, ritual, dance, childhood. The questions I’ve asked myself: Who are these people? Why were they important enough to make statues of? What rites and functions did the priest-king and dancing girl perform? And most importantly, how might they have related to each other?

Part of the premise of my current work-in-progress was sparked by Faberge eggs. I started with the following questions:

What is the purpose of this object? What other uses can I come up with? Faberge eggs are curiosities, intended to delight and surprise. But perhaps you could hide something in them. A small piece of jewelry, a will, a property deed, a love letter.

Who would own or use such an object? Somebody rich, powerful. Or someone obssessed or gifted with amazing artistic talent.

Who has it now? Here you can twist the answer to the earlier question. In my example, the egg has passed through the hands of a mafia boss, a pudgy accountant, and now is in the possession of water elementals.

Who wants this object and why? My protagonist, who is being threatened with the loss of everything she holds dear unless she recovers it. The people threatening her, who wish that the thing hidden inside never comes to light. The water elementals, who do wish the thing inside unleased.

Your turn!

piano and writing

I haven’t talked recently about playing the piano, but let me reassure you that it is still happening. Sir I. and I started taking lessons over a month ago, and we both enjoy them, including the time we share together driving to and from lessons. Our teacher lives way out in the country–about half the route is on dirt roads–and we like to point out to each other the place we once saw foxes(!) crossing the street and the Hallway of Trees and the farm with the flagpole and pond. It’s good mother-son bonding time.

Oh, and I like playing the piano, too. Still. *wink*

Playing piano complements writing really well for me. I can’t write while the kids are around; I can’t play piano while they’re sleeping. Writing is hard mental work; playing is–well, I just sit down and make my fingers stumble over the keys in the hopes that I can build up the skill and strength and muscle memory it takes to play decently. And honestly, these days I feel more of a sense of accomplishment playing through a short piece of music than working on my writing. Maybe it’s because I’m a complete beginner at piano, so any progress feels like a huge leap to me.  My learning curve for writing, on the other hand, is currently a plateau. I’ve reached a certain level of competence and I’m stuck there. I can *see* where published work is better than what I’m writing, but not sure how to go about getting my stories across that invisible line.

And so, it’s just easier to go play the same measures of Sea Mist for the umpteenth time.

But, lest you think this is an entirely gloomy post, I have every confidence that once the weather cools down and we get into fall, my story-writing neurons will get all fired up to write. It’s weird, but cold weather makes a writer out of me. It’s as if I have a silicon brain, like the Discworld trolls.

How are your creative endeavors?

garden update

Not much is going on the garden right now. I dug up the pea plants and the lettuce since their time was over. I have green beans flowering and producing:

and some teeny weeny tomatoes:

I’m still dealing with slugs but this late in the game, I may have to declare a truce. I’d like to go all scorched-earth on them, but I don’t fancy salting my soil and burning my plants in order to do that. There’s always next year, and a better defensive strategy. Each year I garden, I learn a little bit more.

These are not growing in my garden, but you know how I can never resist pretty flowers!

speech tics

Sir I. has developed the unfortunate habit of adding -ed at the end of verbs that are already past tense. So, not only did he “gotted some milk” and “haded some lunch”, but he also “jumpeded on the trampoline” and “hoppeded through the hallway”.

It was cute only the first ten times…

Sorry, no profound thoughts today–at least not ones that have been written down.

reading roundup

So, er, I must’ve spent all month watching Battlestar Galactica or goofing off or something, because I only have two books in my reading roundup for July: In Darkness Hid by Jill Williamson and Teatime for the Traditionally Built by Alexander McCall Smith.

The McCall Smith books fill a need in me for a place where life is slower, more thoughtful, more rooted in the things of nature, in the waiting for rain, in cattle, in gardens eked out in a dry land. Even though there are evil-doers in the books (they are shelved with the mysteries, after all), a sense of honesty and simplicity and innocence pervades the series.

In Darkness Hid is one of the offerings by shiny new micropublisher, Marcher Lord Press, devoted exclusively to Christian speculative fiction. This is a genre dear to my heart, and I’m thrilled to see it getting such attention. I was pleased with the quality of the book, both in the cover design and production (it didn’t fall apart on me like I’ve heard horror stories of other POD books). It started off like your typical medieval fantasy, but Williamson did a good job bringing the setting alive with details, even the messy ones–the moths flickering around the torches, the dyer’s daughter trampling cloth in a tub of dye and urine, peasant boys who haven’t had baths in ages (*grin*). In a world where half the country has been shrouded in darkness for many years, Achan Cham, an orphan with no knowledge of his origins, and Vrell Sparrow, a duchess disguised as a boy, are linked through a magical gift known as bloodvoicing. The story is competently told, with some usual and some unusual fantasy fare, and enjoyable. The Christian elements were present, but not heavyhanded. I love the idea of ever-present darkness and I hope to explore those parts of the country in the sequels.

I’ve had a hard time getting into fiction much these days. I’m craving nonfiction–how-tos and manuals, books that have a more direct application to all the stuff in my life. Educational resources top the list, with art idea and creativity books not far behind. But I’m being good and started Elizabeth Bear’s Blood and Iron today, just a couple days before it’s due back at the library. I think I’m going to have to renew!

crayon rubbings

flower rubbings

flower rubbings

Our weekend art project, taken from I Can Crayon! by Ray Gibson. I cut flower shapes out of old cards and glued them onto a junk mail envelope. The kids and I had a blast doing crayon rubbings. Sir I. was so excited by the process that he went on to make a flower book of his rubbings.

There’s nothing quite like playing around with a huge box of almost new Crayola crayons.

Visual Inspiration #2

This is the second in my Visual Inspiration series–an intentional way of immersing yourself in images, giving your right brain plenty of opportunity to come up with ideas. Today I’m going to talk about using collages to spark a story. This is fun because you get to do, not just look. Get some scissors, a glue stick (less mess than regular glue), a sheet of paper and a stack of magazines.

This technique is simple: Go through the magazines and cut out pictures of anything that strikes your fancy. These could be images of objects, swatches of color, a cool pattern, a word or phrase, whatever. Once you have a bunch of them, try arranging them in different ways on your paper. You may find yourself abandoning some perfectly decent images because they don’t fit the mood of your collage. That’s fine. I had a nice looking Irish castle that I set aside because it was far too ostentatious and sunny to for the tone of my collage. Once you’ve picked your pieces and arranged them, glue them to the paper.

Here’s the one I did:

story collage

story collage

Now, ask yourself questions.

What is the mood of this collage? What adjectives jump to mind when you look at it?

Somber. Mysterious. Ancient. Hidden. Cold. Trapped. Feathered. Twilit.

What are the common elements in these pictures?

There are a lot of dark cool colors in here, purples and blues and greens.  A lot of stone–rocks on the beach, in the mosaic. Some of the patterns look like prints in stone. The feathers hint at brighter colors and warmth.

What are some of the surprising connections (these are what will spark the most interesting ideas because they suggest conflict)?

Why are the feathers in this collage? After all that brick and stone, they bring life and warmth, but it is a trapped life. I have this sense of a tropical bird far from home in a cold place, with mysterious life-draining rituals. And what’s with that college library with the lit windows on the left side? It doesn’t quite fit the collage, as if there were two timelines or stories running parallel to each other, intersecting only… where? With the finding of a stone artifact or a feathered cape?

… and so on.

Again, the answers to those questions will spark more questions. Follow these rabbit trails. Be inspired.

Till next time.