
I
don’t know about other writers, but for me . . . I have more ideas than I have
time to write! I have a ‘story idea’ box that I toss my story ideas into. Right now it’s the size of a shoe box, and to
be honest I think I need a bigger box.
I’ve thought of having a separate box for suspense and a separate one
for my Native ideas. Then again, maybe that’s getting just a bit too anal –
okay … so that’s me. I do have my movies
separated by genre’ and then alphabetized!
(The family joke for sure!)
When I was doing research for a certain type
of Native weapon, for Whispering Sun, I ran across the
complete description of the Treaty of 1855.
Yep… a literal gold-mine! It
explained where Isaac Stevens was standing under a tree and how the tribes were
sitting in respect to his position.
OMG! I knew I had to use this in
a book. Then I got to thinking … what if??? What if a Native woman (Leota) had dreams about what will
happen if Chief Lame Bull were to sign this treaty? It would be the end of all ends to the lands
of the Plains Indian. So her quest is to convince the Indians not to sign this
white man treaty.
Again, doing research for another Native
book, I ran across these two sentences; The white man didn’t like the bitter
taste of the white berry from the red willow. The Natives used it in many foods
because of the nutritious value of the berry.
Hmmm … White Berry on the Red Willow….
Hmmm … what if
??? the
white berry could symbolize my white heroine and the red willow would symbolize
the red nation? What if the world was all but
destroyed and the Native Americans have taken over the national parks where the
buffalo are flourishing. What if the Natives
go back to the old ways of their ancestors… as the Indian believes – ‘Life will
go full-circle.’ Two sentences … and I
had a book…. One of my favorites – I might add.

Then
there was my friend; her husband decided he needed ‘space.’ This is real!
He put her into a hotel across from the hospital for the last month of
her pregnancy. He promised to take them both ‘home’ after the child was
born. But when this piece of crap
rancher found out he now had a daughter – not a son – he didn’t take them
home. Really!!?? Yep.
So I started writing Revenge,
to take my friend’s mind off the misery.
We worked a block from each other – so we met every morning on the
corner so I could give her my ‘next pages.’
Talk about pressure! That was the
fastest book I ever wrote!
My
point – I can’t seem NOT to find inspiration for a book – no matter what I’m
doing. If it’s not a story line – it’s a
book title! Even a book title can send
me off doing the
what if?? What if??? I can’t stop –
I can’t help myself. I find a story idea
just about everywhere . . . and about everything! It’s part of me. Either I’m back in the 1800s
or I’m imagining finding a dead body in the bottom of a ravine on my gold
claim…. Or maybe I’m digging material – and I uncover a skeleton hand . . .
clutched in the curled-up palm is a gold nugget the size of a golf ball. My mind just keeps on imagining . . . and my
fingers keep hitting the keys! Actually
– I rather like that! What if …after
further investigation I actually found this hand in a Native burial ground. .
. what if???
Of course the final questions is; “Are you afraid
you’ll run out of ideas?” I rather doubt I really have to answer
that…. Do I?
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