When people find out I’ve written a few novels, they inevitably ask me, “Where do you get your ideas from?”
Yep. I was there with my sweet hubby. He was reading and I was furiously typing away on a story (can’t remember which one at the moment.)
This girl walks in wearing an…um…interesting-looking outfit. A blue tu-tu, long dark leggings, and a red leather jacket that cut off at her hips. Total stick figure. Had a big head of tight, black curls and smile that could part the thickest rain clouds.
And man, she was tall.
She strode right into the café area where we were sitting and plopped down at a table. Was she a ballerina? Maybe. I didn’t think about that too much, because an idea struck me like a two-by-four to the forehead.
I stopped what I was doing, opened a blank word document and started typing. Mostly her description, but then, it morphed. I think I pounded out over a thousand words at that sitting.
Where has been the most unique place you’ve gotten an idea for a story?