You know how your mind gets when you’ve been working too hard. Seen the same thing day after day, done the same thing day after day and tried to be creative on top of that?
My mind felt stale. Taking a trip to Tasmania was just the thing I needed to refresh myself. The air was crisp and cool, something we don’t get much of here in Brisbane, and everywhere I looked there were scenes worthy of photographing. Not that I’m much of a photographer. Daryl took this one of Ross Bridge.
It was built by convicts back in the days when a soldier who had served at Waterloo could find himself on the other side of the world in a tiny town in the middle of Tasmania, guarding the female convicts.
I took this picture at dawn from the top of a hill at St Helens on the east coast of Tasmania. It was beautiful, the photo doesn’t do it justice. The people inthe house below had a fire going to keep warm and I was trying to capture the dawn sun shining through the smoke.
The other thing that I did a lot of was writing. I took my lap top and wrote about 60 pages of my latest WIP (work-in-progress). I did want to finish the book and I’m about a chapter off the end but I can’t finish it.
I know how I want the story to end, but the characters are refusing to go in that direction. I’ll have to return to the beginning and rewrite it, tweaking as I go, to get to know them all over again, because they have grown and changed as I wrote. Now they have a better idea of what is true to them, than I do and forcing them to do something just because I’d planned it, is only going to make the writing flat and boring. Sigh.
Do you have recalcitrant characters?
