Yesterday Liz talked about the little pieces of ideas that wander through her writer’s mind—snippets of conversations, words, things we notice that perhaps no one else notices. I told her I loved her lavender couch when we chatted this morning, which of course got us going on what kind of dream house we'd each have. It also got me thinking about where my random ideas rest—on a chintz chair, I think. Faded old flowered fabric on a huge overstuffed chair sitting in a sunny spot in my house. Maybe an ottoman, but it doesn’t have to match because honestly, my decorating style is as random as my ideas. So, here’s a list of just a few of the thoughts from my chintz chair. I’d love to hear yours!
- Streaky sunset
- She exuded grace and intelligence
- A child mute and blinking in terror
- He let go of my hand and suddenly I was untethered and adrift in my own thoughts.
- Rumpled (isn’t that a great word?)
- A train stops at a small snow-covered station
- What if I look in the mirror and someone else stares back.
- He crooked his finger in a come-hither gesture (Okay, I used that one in Saving Sarah, but it’s still on the table because it’s such a wonderfully sexy word picture.)
- earthy and raw
- Coffee that tasted like morning . . . or was it the other way around?