It was a Sunday morning. The previous night's rain had annoyingly deposited sand all over my car and I knew it would be one hell of a job to clean it off. The car wash was quiet and as I sat in the car, watching huge blue rollers spin in front of me, I had that Sunday feeling, the one when you have a whole luxurious day of doing nothing in particular in front of you.
I continued to gaze through the windscreen as the car slowly jostled along automated track but as blue rollers lowered and touched the glass a random thought struck me and then tormented me for the rest of the day.
What if a driver went into a car wash alive and well but when his car emerged on the other side he was dead? What could have happened in the few minutes in between?
|The car wash where I thought of a death for Star Keeper|
Such moments of inspiration always take me by surprise and what I relished with extra gusto that particular day was the recognition that one doesn't have to bust a gut or have long think-tank sessions in order to come up with ideas for plots or scenes. It was whenever I was distracted or thinking of everyday mundane concerns that my best ideas came to me.
I used to carry a notebook around with me but now I use my iPhone notes and photo aps. Once I'm in a quiet place I can expand ideas and I have photos to remind me of the inspirational moment. Who knows? I may end up with a scrap book full of them and what an eclectic mix it would be!