What Inspires You?
Guest Post By Ellie Ann
One question I inevitably get asked as a writer is, “Where does your inspiration come from?” I usually answer, “By shaking pixie dust over my head as I do the Macarana in the light of a crescent moon.” But for you, I’ll answer honestly.
I don’t know.
But the one thing I do know is that it’s inspiring to do art. All kinds of art. If I just swim in my novel writing pool I’ll get stagnant and tired–it’s when I branch out into other forms of art–when I do art badly and boldly in different fields, I get inspired. Then I can pull that excitement with me into my novel writing.
Last year I had just finished writing three novels, and I was beat. I felt like I’d just ran a marathon and I didn’t have any energy to take another step. That’s when I was asked to write a comic. What? I’d never written a comic before, but I figured it was just like writing a novel except all the prose was taken out. Awesome! I took the job.
Turns out writing comic scripts is a lot different than novel writing. Yeah, I had to eat a big dose of humble pie the first few drafts I turned in. The first script I got from my editor was returned to me with half of it cut. Eesh! It challenged me in completely new way, because I had to collaborate with an artist, producer, editors, co-writers, and because everything had to be shown, not told.
It was an amazing experience and helped take my novel writing to the next level. Now I’m able to show, not tell, a lot better than I did before. Branching out into different art forms helped my work, and it’s sure to help yours.
So if you ever feel sick and tired of writing, or need some extra gusto–then paint a picture or do macaroni art; write a comic or prune a bonsai tree; sew a quilt block or whittle a whistle; branch out into different art forms and you’ll definitely be inspired by it.
What other art forms do you practice?
The Silver Sickle by Ellie Ann
The end of humanity will come through the Silver Sickle . . .
Farissa lives every moment with reckless abandon, for it may be her last. Any day now, the alien goddesses will harvest her and take her to the mysterious Silver Sickle, never to return. She’s accepted that. What she can’t accept is this new idea of freedom Zel has planted in her head. She’d give almost anything to be with Zel, but how can she run from her destiny if it means putting the whole kingdom in danger?
Everyone in the desert kingdom believes the goddesses are immortal, but Zel has invented a way to kill them. Now all he has to do is convince Farissa to run away with him and plant a seed of hope in her heart that she’s not destined to die. Little does he know that one seed of hope could change the course of the future.