I’m building a novel with paper and pen, and some sticks I found outside. And leaves turning brown at the edges, and pine needles.
It’s difficult to know the right ingredients for your novel – like making up the recipe for a cake you’ve never baked, never tasted before.
All I can do is gather my sticks and my stones in a pile and rearrange them until they build something – supporting turrets and towers that hopefully won’t collapse under harsh scrutiny.
Another ingredient: inspiration. (Bear with me on this one – the video is mostly of the back of someone’s shirt, but the song is one of my favorites. It’s Dave Carter’s “Crocodile Man”, and the singer/guitarist is the unparalleled Chris Smither, who has his feet miked for live shows. Click and you’ll see why.)
“Inside the house is a hall of mirrors,
Inside the mirror is a temple of sin,
Inside the temple is the face of Mama.
And Mama, she knows where I been.
Mama knows exactly where this bad boy been.”