Where I get my ideas from, vol 17, ch 3
Oct. 13th, 2009 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWords, words, words.
It is, after all, several days since I finished a novel. Several. Of course I have restless unhappy fingers, drumming rhythms in my mind.
I was doing nothing more harmful than reading a novel, only two words leaped out at me, and now I am writing a story.
Two words may not be much, but given my process, that's probably not a record. I've probably managed with one before, though I really can't remember when. ("Where do you get your ideas from, Chaz?" "I don't remember." At last! An immaculate answer...)
Anyway. Enough teasing. The words?
Hortus conclusus.
Yes, I know I've written about a walled garden before (in my novel The Garden, for those who don't know), but I've never been done with the image. I spent a ridiculously happy evening one time in the walled garden of a rather lovely house, and I have pined for one of my own ever since. And no, a narrow concrete back yard doesn't count. I want an orangery.
In the meantime, of course I want to write a ghost story set in a walled garden. How not?
It is, after all, several days since I finished a novel. Several. Of course I have restless unhappy fingers, drumming rhythms in my mind.
I was doing nothing more harmful than reading a novel, only two words leaped out at me, and now I am writing a story.
Two words may not be much, but given my process, that's probably not a record. I've probably managed with one before, though I really can't remember when. ("Where do you get your ideas from, Chaz?" "I don't remember." At last! An immaculate answer...)
Anyway. Enough teasing. The words?
Hortus conclusus.
Yes, I know I've written about a walled garden before (in my novel The Garden, for those who don't know), but I've never been done with the image. I spent a ridiculously happy evening one time in the walled garden of a rather lovely house, and I have pined for one of my own ever since. And no, a narrow concrete back yard doesn't count. I want an orangery.
In the meantime, of course I want to write a ghost story set in a walled garden. How not?