My cozy bedtime routine includes reading by my little stained glass lamp which sits on my night stand, an antique book sellers table that houses my Bibles. So I snuggled up with A Measure of Mercy by Lauraine Snelling. Some time later I put the book down, turned off the little lamp, and prepared myself for sleep.
After some prayer time my thoughts turned, where else, but to my writing. I've a novel that I've been striving over for a very long time. It is entirely out of sequence and cannot seem to manage it. I've been praying lately for a breakthrough so that the characters would reveal to me what has led them up to a pivotal point in the story. I drifted into slumber, hoping to work it out in my dreams.
At 1:30 am I shot out of bed. It came to me. I saw my protagonist crouching by a stream looking at her reflection. There was snow. This was a very important element to the story. After writing for about an hour and a half, I found my way back to bed with the peace only a satisfied writer knows.
I awoke this morning to an early day of travel with my son and the remainder of it visiting with my mom. My mom asked me to help her with her computer and showed me her new desktop wallpaper. She had taken the photo herself, not so far from her home, a few years ago and had rediscovered it. There it was. My snowy stream. I could imagine "Rachel" by the water's edge, and a canoe coming around the bend.
It snowed this afternoon.
Photo taken Joyce Buckley (mom) - Panther Run, Raymond, ME
What special places do you imagine in your writing?