Nature and exercise: a great combo for inspiration. When I just don't want to write or can't get past a certain part, taking a walk--preferably in the mountains or forest, at the beach or on the moon--revs my creative engine, and by the time I get home, I want to rush for a notebook.
Another source of inspiration is the success of other writers, and imagining some of that success for myself. The fact that people will read and love and hate something I wrote. They'll talk to me about it and ask questions and that's also terrifying because I'll have to know everything inside out and backwards, yet so, so sweet because the readers are so excited by my world that they want to know more. Sigh...someday. I watched a documentary on J. K. Rowling last night and thought it was so cool that, the night of the Deathly Hallows release, she signed autographs until almost 8 in the morning.
What's playing on my mental mp3 player: The Rose, Bette Midler
***Note that I have no control over said player, nor do I always like the song that is playing. I recently watched Napolean Dynamite, hence the above tune, which is not on my real mp3 player.
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