No, not the fact that Lodge of the Wolf #2 is now ready to move from color-coded pens on graph paper to electronic publishing… although you could make an argument for that.
No, I was speaking literally. As I was attempting to conjure ever more fantastic imagery to enchant the next story with, I decided to take a break and eat. Not very remarkable so far, I’ll grant. However, as is often the case, I turned on the TV too. That’s when I dropped into the middle of a Planet Earth marathon. Thus…
The amazing photography and superb narration captured my attention and I nearly forgot to eat (nearly). I’ve seen many of them before, but this time I watched with an eye and ear toward writing. The transitions, pacing, and sheer variety of the content astonish me. As Sir David Attenborough disclosed the magic and majesty of the spinning rock which we inhabit I also realized, somewhat to my chagrin, that my imagination often pales alongside Mother Nature (or your deific/natural/scientific word term of choice). Humbling, yet also inspiring.
This isn’t a political statement. I don’t have a hidden agenda. As a matter of fact, I probably shouldn’t tell my readers that my imagination needs a spark every now and then. The fact of the matter is that I sat there utterly enthralled. That’s when I reaffirmed my goal: for my words to recreate that feeling of wonder and exploration and amazement. I promised myself to push and stretch and reach farther.
Everyone needs a little inspiration when the page is blank, the screen cursor is blinking monotonously, and the mouse seems to be laughing to itself.