Yesterday while walking in the park I came up with a whole lot of absolutely brilliant writing ideas. Like:-
A thriller about a woman who single handedly wipes out all the mosquitos in Johannesburg.
A memoir that includes burning down a neighbour’s house, not mistakenly killing the very noisy tenants.
A children’s book about a dog who loves the park so much she abandons her owner.
And a movie where a girl goes for a walk and it’s Autumn and so beautiful that she just keeps going. Further. And further. And further.
And here’s the thing –
I wouldn’t have had any of these thoughts if I hadn’t been out walking.
Because walking does that to me.
I don’t know how but it helps me have my best thoughts. It opens up a different space and somehow – well, as you can see above – I have these beyond brilliant brainwave moments.
Even if only I think they are brainwave!
For now I feel inspired and creative and whoa, I can’t wait to start on the mosquito story.
And when I get stuck – page three, I may have run out of DOOM – I’m going to grab my hat, shoes and sunblock and head out.
Should I go back to sleep?
I thought about writing this blog while I was out walking.
But while I was cosy in bed I dreamed of a very beautiful erotic story. The passion, the sex, oh god the sex, it’ll be a bestseller, I know.
This is getting hard. What should I do? Walk / Think / Sleep / Write / Dream / Sex.
I’m going to get back into bed to think about it.
I think that’s the sensible thing to do.