Better Late Than Never

I was supposed to tell you something you don’t know about me on Monday. With the Boston Marathon bombing, I couldn’t do that, so I’m doing it today.

Last Monday we discussed my past life working with animals and today I thought we’d talk about one of my hobbies. I knit. And crochet. Sound weird? Are you suddenly picturing me as an elderly woman in a bathrobe? I hope not, but that seems to be the general response I get. People wonder (aloud) how my life could possibly be so boring that I’ve resorted to working with yarn *shudder*.

So, I’ll put it out there for everyone. My life is not THAT boring. I have 2 kids, 2 dogs, a crazy cat, and a (slightly less crazy than the cat) hubby. I have cleaning to do, books to write, episodes of NCIS to watch. We go places, we do things. Honest.

Sometimes I just want to make a blanket for my kids. Often, my children and hubby are begging me for another pair of hand-knitted socks. I’ve found that it’s a relaxing pastime, one that has the added benefits of keeping my hands and fingers limber so I can write more, and I get to have something usable when I’m done. I even have an account on Ravelry, which if you’ve never been there, you should go. There are so many amazing patterns available it will make you wish you could knit. Trust me, it happened to me (though I admit my sister had been harassing me for years). The community there is incredibly helpful and there are even a lot of things that can be bought there. It’s a fantastic place (even if you don’t like playing with yarn – yet).

It’s not as ridiculous as it will sound to some of you. And I could definitely buy some, or impose upon my sister (who knits incredibly beautiful things) to knit something for me. And I might even get it within the next two years (she’s that busy). But there’s nothing so rewarding to me as doing it myself (and I honestly don’t believe I’d be able to type for as long as I do in one sitting without it). The satisfaction I feel when I bind off a knitting or crochet project is almost as good as writing the words THE END when I’m finished a book. They’re more similar than you think.

Inspiration?

I have a question, a fairly simple one I think.

Where do you get your inspiration for the stories you write? Do they just pop into your head? Do you see something happen on TV or in a store and think, what if it happened this way?

I’ve always been a story writer. When I was little I would make up stories about where people were going and what was going to happen to them. People that passed in front of my house, people I saw out the window when I was in the car. It just happens. I liked to write them down, though until recently they weren’t fit for consumption, lol.

Now I find myself in a predicament where it continues to happen and I can’t keep up. I write approx. five hours a day, about six thousand words per day (except for when I’m editing) and the list in my head just keeps getting longer. After I finish the trilogy I’m currently working on I have another trilogy planned, then a paranormal romance, and a Christmas romance, and they just keep coming. This morning came with another one.

And they’re not just ideas. They’re complete. Characters, plot, everything. I’m starting to think I’m losing my mind – and I like it. It’s a lot of work and frustrating at times, but it’s so much fun!

So I am curious if anyone else is losing their mind like me, or if I’m all alone out here in crazyland? I would love to know what gets all of you working. Do you lose stories that were great when you thought of them, but you couldn’t get to them before they were replaced? Do you write them down so you won’t lose them? Where do the ideas come from? Do you even know where they come from?