Refilling the Creative Well
|Kanowna at 4 in the afternoon|
Less than 2 hours later the sky is pitch black broken up only by big winking stars (so big you can't tell the difference between stars and satellites) and a low slung banana of a moon. Its so mesmerising you get a sore neck looking up at it. And it invites the question (by my niece) 'Are aliens real?' That broad black palm of sky certainly makes you think they're possible. I'm glad I wasn't at Kanowna Cemetery on my own at night. I scare myself just thinking about it.
Horror and crime. Death and eerie light. Aliens and children. It matters what you do when you're not writing ... and going back to a dirty old town to stand by a friend at his mother's funeral mattered a lot, while also giving me an opportunity to revisit and reinvent the place of my childhood. Plenty of juice there to fill up the creative well.
I'd love to hear your comments on how you spend your time filling up the well.