Miranda needs answers… and Michael

Good night of writing 1600 words. Michael and Miranda are broaching new territory.

Miranda had been in the house alone. She left with tears after he didn’t show himself. Weeks passed before she couldn’t stand it anymore. She went back to the woods determined to see and talk to him. She’s drawn to him. She needed answers. She fell asleep in the woods and woke in her bed, in his house. She’s even more confused, has more questions and still no answers. He has capitulated and agreed to explain. However, Michael isn’t sure what he’s going to say to her. He doesn’t know where to start and isn’t sure how much he should tell her.

Michael and Miranda the work continues

So not a super productive night on word count. I did some editing and rewrite over the last couple of hours. Still managed about 1200 words of new content. Probably netted another 300 in edits.

So the update?

Miranda doesn’t know what’s up. She was gone for a week but had promised him she would come back. When she went back to the clearing he wasn’t there. Hours passed and she was cold in the dark. He answered her with a few very pointed questions from the dark and that was the last she heard from him. She can tell he’s around but she is the only one in the house as far as she can tell. He doesn’t answer her. She’s confused and getting scared. She came here for him.

Where is he? What did she do? Does he come back? Does she leave again? She has so many questions and knows the answers are going to lead to more.

 

What inspires you to write?

This was a question that was presented to me on GoodReads when I was working on setting up my profile. My inspiration really comes from a lot of places. I travel from time to time and sitting in the airport there are a lot of people coming and going. Sometimes I’ll sit there and just watch people. What are their mannerism? What do they look like? Where are they going or coming from? What’s their story? Married? Kids? This generates characters or sometimes a quick little snippet of a story. Maybe they’ll find their way into a story I’m working on or maybe they will generate another one.

Inspiration can came from public spaces or private conversations. My wife likes me to tell her stories when we’re falling asleep. She likes the sound of my voice. One night I asked her for three things – age, sex and school subject. Based of of that I began to tell her a story. That bedtime story is now being written and worked on for a future book.

SO… where do you, as a writer, get your inspiration? What triggers the story? I’d really like to hear what your thoughts are.