Answer - I rarely know - it just happens.
Inspiration is a slippery thing. I find ideas are like buses - nothing for ages, then a whole glut at once. I have four and a bit ideas that I'm working on at the moment. Working on - as in staring into space, thinking, and going on research trips. No danger of anything being written down yet.
|This post is getting a transport theme. Room for one more on top?|
Then I went to London for the day, and another idea came rolling round the corner. I've wanted for ages to do something involving the London Tube. I'm not big on tunnels, so I'm not sure where that came from. It was another of those random thoughts, floating around in the ether. Until last week, when an idea suddenly jumped out at me, climbing the steps at Charing Cross. And that has fitted with something else that's been bobbing about in the soup in my brain. Just like Lego.
Well, it's going to have to take it's place in the queue. I've got far too much sloshing around in there at the moment. There are four and a half older and bigger siblings all clamouring for attention. And that's not to mention the rom/com novella that I am also working on. That one is written down, but I'm doing a major edit on it and it's slow going. This may be explained by the fact that all these other inspirations are dragging me away, trying to impress me. And research them.
Well, for the moment they are going to have to form an orderly line.
But maybe I ought to be penciling in a few trips on the Tube, just to get the atmosphere ...