It’s a strange thing, inspiration. And something most writers both love and hate to talk about.
It’s harder to explain the more odd occurrences. Like how laying on my stomach, listening to Naruto, somehow led to me finally coming up with a good backstory for one of my characters.
Or how a bird taking off somehow reminded me of Mina as a child, and brought me to tears, leading to the ending of Last Call: Finale.
Seriously, inspiration often makes no sense at all.
Other writers talk about their muse… if I have one, that bitch has more ADD tendencies than I do!
But back to work. I need to finish this Chelsea Childling story (which you can read for free, IF you subscribe to my newsletter), crit some stuff for my friends, and clean out my pantry.