Earlier this month I wrote about joining when The Lonely Crowd, when my story The Wood has Ears, The Field has Eyes was published in the magazine of that name.
I’ve now written an essay about how I came to write the story and you can read it here
That particular story is one of what I hope will be a collection of short stories inspired by the work of Hieronymus Bosch. Read more about how that came about in my essay.
Owls feature in Bosch’s work and in mine. They are beautiful creatures – but are they always benign?
Statue on flying buttress, St John’s Cathedral, Den Bosch, The Netherlands
(Photo: Cath Barton)
While you’re here, do hop over to my Stories page for links to my latest flash fiction on-line.
Sometimes the process of writing is clear; other times less obvious. There is a period of collection, or collation, of material. Then a period of gestation before a way forward presents itself. It is good to be patient.
Travelling produces material, willy nilly.
I have been in Cornwall this weekend. What will come of it for my writing remains to be seen. I am sure that there will be something. Meantime, here is an inspirational image. Feel free to make use of it!
Sea mist encroaching
The time is to keep on writing. Sounds simple. And it is, but the trick is to concentrate on the the doing and not the end game.
This week I’ve completed drafts of three stories which will, in the fullness of time, form part of my Bosch collection. More of that in the months to come.
And today I found inspiration in another wonderful setting, encouragement to mine deep memory, and the company of more of my fellow writers.
Brechfa Pool, Powys