A beautiful blue sky day here in southern Alberta, the kind of day that makes me want to get in the car and drive. For me, there's nothing more conducive to new story ideas than driving along a bare highway, destination hours ahead on the horizon. I don't know if it's the rhythmic hum of the tires or the music coming from the speakers, but plot problems, reluctant characters all float out of the mist to reveal themselves in a silent "Eureka!"
Trouble is, new story ideas start clamoring for their place along with the current work in progress. As a result of a lovely drive along the foothills the other day, I have another book on the go--a contemporary set along the Alaska Highway! Maybe the ancestor of my 18th century Alexander Mackenzie on her own adventure to parts unknown.
What have you found that works to fire up the creative side of your brain?
